The folks at work found my food stash.
It was like that line in "Be Prepared" about how you'd better hide your pot or else the Scoutmaster will insist that it be shared.
The zombies are going hungry, I guess. From what we've been able to see out the windows, they've been eating the few ducks they could catch around the arboretum that were still unzombified. So now there's an army of zombie ducks quacking about as well. I cannot believe I just typed the phrase "army of zombie ducks."
Anyway, while everyone was watching that, I snuck off to clean out my file cabinets so I could stash food in there. I figured nobody would notice, but.... Damn the noisiness of plastic chip bags! DAMN THEM!
Instead of being able to keep my stash private in the event that we don't get out of here tonight, suddenly everyone was insisting on having a carpet picnic right then and there. I kept yelling, "Dudes, what if we don't get out of here tonight? What if we have no food?", but they were all, "But we're HUNGRY!" And I was vastly outnumbered. Never mess with office workers who didn't get to go toddle off to the pub for lunch today.
I dunno, comparing the hungry zombies (and ducks) outside to the hungry employees inside, I'm not sure there's much difference in their behavior. Except at least the employees finally got full.
Do zombies ever get full? It's a good question, isn't it? Are they just a bottomless pit of needy hungry brain-cravers? Or do they ever get like, "Hm, I just ate twelve brains. I think I'm satisfied for now. I think I'll just go off and play a video game for awhile and mind my own business?"

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