The zombies battered against the shutters of the greengrocers, where Samuel Wentworth, and his wife Celia, hid amidst the crates of fruit and vegetables.
The shutters creaked, groaned, and gave way under the combined weight of the horde. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the undead stumbled into the store.
Grunting and sniffing loudly, they sought out their prey.
Soon, one of the undead raised his club and brought it down with a hollow thud.
His fellows gathered around and soon they were all feasting.
Grimy hands dipped into the shattered husk and gobbled up the red sticky goo. Apparently, zombies love watermelons.