Three zombies, three friends, are walking out of an industrial zone.
Zombies are walking out of an industrial zone. They're limping leisurely across the dry ground. Not even grass grows here. Beyond that is an industrial zone. They say there was a chemical release into the atmosphere a week ago. But that's just a rumor. It must be a zombie virus. Three zombies, like three old friends, are walking home.
They're walking leisurely. Limping. Sometimes they try to speak. And you can even make out the words. It's amazing. We're going home. That's what they sounded like. And they haven't even completely lost their minds yet. Another one replies. Yes, we're going home. As if they were walking home in the evening.
But their eyes are huge. They've grown in size. Their eyes are red. And it's as if a mosquito has drunk blood. And its body is swollen. Their eyes are so big. It's hard to see what's there. With those eyes. They're walking slowly. Almost normally. But leisurely. And there are bruises everywhere. Pale skin.
There's a breeze blowing here. It's already cool. Sunset. And behind them are industrial buildings. And a vast wasteland. Nothing grows here. Some zombies are walking. They're probably still conscious. They're trying to communicate.
What are you going to do tonight?
I'm going home!
Yes! We're going home!
Almost a normal conversation. They're walking. They turn a little corner. And they continue walking slowly. They clearly remember where they need to go. They're walking straight through a field. Where nothing grows. It's a bit chilly here. And the zombie remembered that it's a bit chilly here.
It's a bit chilly here!
Yes!
It's a bit chilly here!
They're hobbling and walking. They even communicate sometimes. They're probably seeing everything. Everything's just a little reddish. They're probably feeling increased pressure. Nosebleeds. Eyebleeds. And their heads feel so bloated. Like they're flying. But you're walking slowly. That's how the virus works.
The focus is entirely on the road. And the movement. Such a monotonous movement. They're just walking. Going home. Focus. It's as if you're watching the road very carefully. Sometimes you remember certain words. And they speak.
How are you?
Let's go home!
We're almost there!
They speak a little crookedly. As if the words are difficult to come by. But they can speak just fine. The virus has mutated again. And here it is. Consciousness is preserved.
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