Hector tried to fasten his buttons together.
“Damn it!” he yelled as his finger crumbled off.
“Wassa matta?” asked Jim from the bathroom.
“My fucking finger fell off.”
“Which one?”
“My pinky!”
“You’re pinky? You’re fucking pissed because your pinky fell off!”
Jim stepped out of the bathroom to give Hector a dirty look. “Ya dirty bugga, my fuckin’ eye is missin. My bloody fuckin’ eye! Don’t cry because your pinky fell off.”
Hector snarled at Jim to reveal his slimy teeth, “I liked that pinky.”
“More than you like Ani?” asked Jim.
Hector’s snarl turned into a smile as he though of Ani.
“That is what I thought. And if I recall, she is missin’ a few fingers herself.”
“But she’s not lacking in action! The other night I saw her devour this dude! It was fucking hot.”
“Was it a young bloke? I love it when they eat the young ones.”
“He was about 16.”

Jim"s watch vibrated against his scaly skin. “Time to go mate, it’s officially new years.”
Hector smiled, “Well we can’t be late for the zombie apocolypse can we?”