If it’s brains they’re after, no wonder I’m still alive.
I rambled on and on and forgot to talk about the bizarre incident that occurred last night. A second soldier—a man, no less—decided it was time to take screw around with the witless walkers. As he materialized at the other end of town, a chicken crossed his path. Now I don’t know if it was an undead chicken or it had escaped from Kentucky Fried Chicken and certainly a joke about it crossing the road belongs here, but for all I know it was just an ordinary chicken. With metal claws, the metal soldier swatted it aside, shearing off the poor creature’s head.
The zombies watched the chicken run in circles, not sure what to make of it. Even my eyes grew wider the longer it ran around. Briefly I imagined plucking and frying and eating its warm flesh. Had it really been a year since I’d had the colonel’s secret recipe?
Oddly enough, the zombies shrugged and went about their business. Only when it ran into the zombies’ legs did they moan and retaliate. After slapping the chicken away, they looked up and found a new thing to preoccupy themselves with. A metal ball floated overhead and paused over a group of them. A whitish-blue strobe light flashed in their eyes, disorienting them and causing them to fall to their knees. With the brief sound of a digital heartbeat, the orb pulsated and then shot up into the air and disappeared.
Once they’d collected themselves, the zombies took interest in the headless beast and tore it to shreds. They were also noticeably faster now, not the bumbling fools that they had been just a few moments before. They devoured the chicken, bones and all, and then turned on each other.
All the while, the soldier did not bother cloaking himself. He just stood there observing the chaos until the zombies turned their attention back to the empty streets.
The soldiers had quite a collection of toys. Hopefully the bright lights hadn’t affected me.
