There I am, sitting back with spacious legroom on a smooth 2½-hour ride on one of Japan’s famous bullet trains — when the passenger in the seat next to me begins convulsing violently. The carriage door opens, and a salaryman stumbles through before collapsing to the floor, the woman — no, the zombie on his back having made quick work of his neck.
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