Jalek shook me awake. Softly, dreamily, silently – they were coming across the field.
They really are quite beautiful in the moonlight. Pale and slender, moving with ease and a grace unlike anything else in the world.
He half-smiled and gave me a hug. It was fierce, but far too short.
They were humming – a soothing river of tones and harmonies. We watched silently as they drifted by, passing several hundred meters out from where we were.
I felt the breeze pick up, playing through my hair. I dropped low, pulling Jalek down beside me, holding our breath.
But our scent was on the wind.
They reacted almost as one. The humming turned to a piercing shriek. Their course altered, they now glided towards us.
My eyes filled with tears. There had to be at least a hundred out there. I didn’t want to go out this way.
He kissed me once, then chambered a round – bringing the rifle up to his shoulder. I checked the clip in mine. Still full.
Once they came in range we opened fire.
I hate zombies.