Dexter made a small incision in the zombie's stomach. He quickly covered his nose as a disgusting stench filled the room. He sprayed more Febreeze on the body, disgusted.
Inside the zombie's stomach was a solid lump of... something. It was a mixture of half-digested food, brains, and mold, all congealed into a single lump. It smelled like ten thousand dead things had been stuffed into a single dead thing, then was vomited on and buried for five years under a pile of dead earwigs. The Febreeze hardly covered up the scent, and Dexter ran to the sink and threw up into it.
After a few minutes, the scent dissipated through the open window, and Dexter walked back to the corpse, gagging. Why did I do that...