Brains
On Tuesday, a demolition firm finally tore down the blighted house next door to mine. Wednesday and today, they spent clearing away the massive pile of debris. I salvaged some nice old bricks for the garden, but that's neither here nor there.
A little while ago, I heard some strange digging and rustling sounds from the now-empty lot. Zombies, I figured. They were buried under the house, and now that the earth has been disturbed, they're emerging. My fears were soon confirmed when an arm smashed through my windowpane, bone glimmering beneath the putrescent web of skin still stretched over its wasted muscles. Then another arm, then another. A hand's wriggling motion snapped the last shreds of tendon connecting it to its wrist. It dropped to the floor and scuttled toward me on greenish-purple fingertips. Cats ran away hissing.
Soon the tide of former humanity was too great and the window frame burst in under its onslaught. Zombies poured into the room, knocking over furniture, spilling the bong, reeking of rot and filth. "BRAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINS!" they groaned. "BRAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINS! BRAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINS!!!"
I cowered in terror as they advanced upon me. The lead zombie grabbed me by the head and prepared to sink his teeth into my skull. "BRAAAAAIIIIIIINS! BRAAAIIII -- "
He stopped, puzzled, and sniffed suspiciously at the top of my head. Then he let me go and shuffled around to face the rest of the horde, hunger and sorrow apparent in his very posture.
"NOOOOOOOO BRAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINS!" he informed them, and a collective, putrid sigh went up as they climbed back out through the smashed window.
Last I saw, they were enthusiastically chowing down on the brains of a neighborhood bum who used to drink Sterno strained through cheesecloth. I took down a few of them with my .38, but it was too late to save the poor man.
A little while ago, I heard some strange digging and rustling sounds from the now-empty lot. Zombies, I figured. They were buried under the house, and now that the earth has been disturbed, they're emerging. My fears were soon confirmed when an arm smashed through my windowpane, bone glimmering beneath the putrescent web of skin still stretched over its wasted muscles. Then another arm, then another. A hand's wriggling motion snapped the last shreds of tendon connecting it to its wrist. It dropped to the floor and scuttled toward me on greenish-purple fingertips. Cats ran away hissing.
Soon the tide of former humanity was too great and the window frame burst in under its onslaught. Zombies poured into the room, knocking over furniture, spilling the bong, reeking of rot and filth. "BRAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINS!" they groaned. "BRAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINS! BRAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINS!!!"
I cowered in terror as they advanced upon me. The lead zombie grabbed me by the head and prepared to sink his teeth into my skull. "BRAAAAAIIIIIIINS! BRAAAIIII -- "
He stopped, puzzled, and sniffed suspiciously at the top of my head. Then he let me go and shuffled around to face the rest of the horde, hunger and sorrow apparent in his very posture.
"NOOOOOOOO BRAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINS!" he informed them, and a collective, putrid sigh went up as they climbed back out through the smashed window.
Last I saw, they were enthusiastically chowing down on the brains of a neighborhood bum who used to drink Sterno strained through cheesecloth. I took down a few of them with my .38, but it was too late to save the poor man.
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