![]() He’s your brother, huh? Well, there’s your answer, kid. Freaking Perfect Tom Imura’ for a brother, and I don’t want to learn anything from him.”įeeney had stared at him. Point is, you got family of some kind, right?” “I don’t have any folks,” Benny countered. “Because killing’s the sort of thing you should learn from your folks,” said Feeney. “How come you don’t let us whack some real zoms?” Benny was eleven at the time and obsessed with zombie hunting. “Why not?” he asked his Scoutmaster, a fat guy named Feeney who used to be a TV weatherman back in the day. Sure, he’d gone through a hundred simulations in gym class and in the Scouts, but they never let kids do any real killing. The only part of the deal that sounded like it might be fun was the actual killing. ![]() ![]() He barely liked his family-and by family he meant his older brother, Tom-and he definitely didn’t like the idea of “business.” Or work. BENNY IMURA COULDN’T HOLD A JOB, SO HE TOOK TO KILLING. ![]()
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