Yeah, so some days? I wonder/worry about myself.

This comment brought to you by the following stage direction from my 10 minute play:

Igor’s protests are cut off by the sickening crack of breaking bones. The zombie, tired of the struggle, has snapped his victim’s neck. Igor goes limp. The zombie opens wide and starts to munch on the skull. The noises, full of crunches and cracking, change into lip-smacking and slurping sounds as he reaches the brain itself.