Personal Narrative: A Career In Forensic Entomology

As we were cutting in front of the last house on the block, Dean cried out, "Jackpot! Follow me!"
He ran right past the stairs leading up to the porch and continued toward the road. There were more walking dead out on the road, meandering about in search of food. As our footfalls went from the deadened silence of the grass-covered lawn to the slapping sound of rubber on pavement, the nearest of the dead took interest and joined in our pursuit.
It looked like our destination was a church of some sort. It was not large and somewhat modern-looking. It wasn 't like the old, gothic-style buildings I always pictured from my youth. A lone sedan sat in the parking lot.
As we sprinted across the asphalt lot, I chanced a look over my shoulder. There were at least

"I work in the biology department of the university. My main area of expertise is entomology. Entomology refers to insects. I have also done some specific work in forensic entomology, which investigates the cause of death. Through my knowledge of the life cycles of various insects, I can determine the time and perhaps the location of someone 's death."
"So, that 's useful how?" Tim lashed back at me. "Are you going to tell me when or where a big, fat, ol’ zombie died, just before he eats my face off? I thought you were a real doctor."
That really hurt. I had always been really proud of my profession and position at the university. I had authored and coauthored many papers, but in the midst of this outbreak, my accomplishments were meaningless. I couldn 't cure this disease. This plague needed to be solved by highly trained minds like the ones employed by the CDC. Not a bug doctor.
"Hank here had an important job!" Dean said, seeing the situation and coming to my aid. "I wish mine was as important."
My heart rose and fell again, all in the span of one sentence. My next-door neighbor, the man who had saved my life, and I didn 't have a clue as to what he did for a