Well, this could have gone better. Like if he hadn't been curious. That might have let him live to see another day.

With his zombie father, he had all of the negative feelings swirling around that had been the fuel of his fighting spirit. Here, there was no unresolved conflict that he could vent his frustrations towards. It was simply a stranger, a monster, and unmeasurable amounts of fear and afterthoughts.

He tries to keep Rob-Zombie at arms length, but all the hunger in the beast won out, and Edward buckled under the weight of it. Teeth tore away flesh and muscle from his throat, an injury where there was no chance or hope of survival.

The little makeshift weapon fell from his hand, clinking against the metal grating the floor had become.