Before questioning anyone, the policeman strung yellow tape across the stairwell door opening. Greta Lundberg was left alone on the second floor landing. “A fall,” Dr Hauptman speculated. Detective Klugman was inclined to call in the specialists just in case Greta’s demise was not an accident. “Who found her,” Klugman asked. “Bruce, I think,” Dr … Continue reading Chapter 51 – Klugman

The pounding on the door continued, like Thor’s hammer against the mountain. Jon thought his flimsy door might come clear of its hinges or a fist might crash through the thin wood. “What do you want?” Jon yelled at the closed door as he held his arms protectively against his chest. “There’s been another one. … Continue reading Chapter 50 – March of the Zombies

‘I suppose we are the lucky ones, not to have died young with little chance to experience all.’ Jon sat on his toilet, quietly reflecting. The bathroom was like a ceramic tomb, encased in beige tile, old, cold, and sterile. Still, Snorri would have found such a consideration to be quite a luxury. He did … Continue reading Chapter 49 – Jon’s Toilet

It was Nurse Clara that found Mr. Z. He was hunched over, seated on his toilet, pajama bottoms down around his ankles, his head between his knees, white hair still mussed from sleeping, arms hanging limp almost to the floor. He was still warm but his skin had begun to turn clammy, as if he … Continue reading Chaper 48 – Mr. Z’s Toilet

“I went to his room,” Peter van der Groot said. “Not there. His bed had been slept in. I thought maybe he came early to breakfast.” The foursome of Jon, Rudy, Karl and Odd had added Mr. Z and Peter van der Groot to their table. They had to use one of the larger tables … Continue reading Chapter 47 – Peter van der Groot