The hidden years in Canada 15, zombies
The zombies ‘Does it still hurt very much,’ Rico asked, pointing to my hand with the black threads, leaning on the steering wheel of the old Pontiac? ‘Only when I breathe,’ I answered. ‘So bad man?’ ‘Well, no,’ I said, ‘it is really not too bad, it's not right, it just aches.’ We had changed our clothes after...