That got our attention. We just stood there listening to the radio. The message repeated itself. We were beginning to get nervous. That was when the stench of decay started to come seemingly from everywhere. This wall of mephitic dismay hit us like a tsunami. Why hadn't we noticed this before? We ran deeper into town in hopes of finding somebody who could tell us what was going on.
It was then that we got our first look at what it was that smelled so bad. At first, it looked just like a person. When I got closer, I noticed the lurching limp. Even closer and I could see the color of the skin and the cloudiness of the eyes. This thing was not exactly human, at least not anymore.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Hewlett.
"We're screwed?" ventured Mbu.
"This thing is a walking dead man!"
"And somehow that negates my statement?"
"Guys, there's more of them!" yelled Desmond.
The three of us ran toward the park to warn the others of danger. Strangely enough, none of them heeded our warning. The young lady kept reading from the book, the boy kept running around and the old lady smiled at us. We ran past them, but our pursuers ignored the three and kept coming after us.
"Why did we lead those dead guys here?!" asked Mbu.
"I was trying to warn them, but they just won't listen."
"Look! The dead things just wove their way around them and are still coming for us!" cried Desmond.
"Maybe they know them," reasoned Mbu.
"So you think we should introduce ourselves? You that'll help?" I shouted incredulously.
"We don't even know what they want," Desmond pointed out.
"Look at their arms. They're reaching out for us. You think they want a hug?" I countered.
"Let's make a big loop and head over to that building behind the Asian family. Maybe we can barricade ourselves in there and be safe," suggested Mbu. We all agreed and followed the only semblance of a plan that any of us had been able to come up with.
Once we were inside the building, we shut the doors and shoved a nearby table in front of them to block entry by the seemingly mobile dead. From behind us I heard a splashing sound. Without warning I felt wetness cover my back. With it came a terrible stench.
It was then that we got our first look at what it was that smelled so bad. At first, it looked just like a person. When I got closer, I noticed the lurching limp. Even closer and I could see the color of the skin and the cloudiness of the eyes. This thing was not exactly human, at least not anymore.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Hewlett.
"We're screwed?" ventured Mbu.
"This thing is a walking dead man!"
"And somehow that negates my statement?"
"Guys, there's more of them!" yelled Desmond.
The three of us ran toward the park to warn the others of danger. Strangely enough, none of them heeded our warning. The young lady kept reading from the book, the boy kept running around and the old lady smiled at us. We ran past them, but our pursuers ignored the three and kept coming after us.
"Why did we lead those dead guys here?!" asked Mbu.
"I was trying to warn them, but they just won't listen."
"Look! The dead things just wove their way around them and are still coming for us!" cried Desmond.
"Maybe they know them," reasoned Mbu.
"So you think we should introduce ourselves? You that'll help?" I shouted incredulously.
"We don't even know what they want," Desmond pointed out.
"Look at their arms. They're reaching out for us. You think they want a hug?" I countered.
"Let's make a big loop and head over to that building behind the Asian family. Maybe we can barricade ourselves in there and be safe," suggested Mbu. We all agreed and followed the only semblance of a plan that any of us had been able to come up with.
Once we were inside the building, we shut the doors and shoved a nearby table in front of them to block entry by the seemingly mobile dead. From behind us I heard a splashing sound. Without warning I felt wetness cover my back. With it came a terrible stench.
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