With a jerk the zombie fell to the ground, thick blood spilling out from its head and onto its white lab coat.
The two treasure hunters continued to stroll into the building, shotguns pointing the way. As they rounded the corner, two more zombies stumbled into the view of the flashlights strapped to the guns barrels. With practiced ease both men chose a target and unloaded a 12 gauge lead slug into the face of their chosen zombie.
“Heh, it just occurred to me, we’re killing Zombists”
“What?” said the other, scanning the darkness.
“We’re killing Zombists” replied the first.
“What the hell’s a Zombist?”
They entered a large cavernous room, at the other end a hunched figure saw them and began to shuffle their way, moaning quietly while its white lab coat dragged around its feet.
“A Zombist, you know, a Zombie scientist. A Zombist!”
Raising the shotgun to his shoulder, the second treasure hunter pulled the trigger and watched as a fine mist shot from the distant figure’s head before it crumpled to the ground.
“You’re an idiot.”