Clickers

It had once been a man... that much had been apparent from the few remaining scraps of clothing. A tarnished security guard badge lay amid the tattered, slimy clothing. What remained of him was nothing more than a pile of red, smoking ooze with yellow bone poking out in a helter skelter of gunk. The head was little more than a skull completely stripped of flesh. The jaw was hanging off at an angle and Roy could see that the left side had been punched in to get at the brain...