I stood on the porch and looked at what I was dealing with.
The horde of zombies filled the driveway, the yard, the street beyond the fence. Bodies pressed against each other in layers, some standing, some crawling, some dragging themselves forward with broken limbs.
The birds circled overhead in tight spirals, their wings beating in uneven rhythms. It didn't matter what species they were anymore, if they hated each other while they lived, the dead belonged to the dead. And that was that.
I turned my head as cats moved low through the gaps between the legs of the zombies, their bodies sleek and fast. Snakes slithered across the pavement in dark coils, weaving between feet and over bodies without hesitation. I counted maybe six hundred zombies total, give or take.
The entire thing looked like it came out of a Stephen King book or a horror movie. The only thing that was missing was the thunder and lightning to set the mood.
