They stand out in the street. In their gardens. At cash registers. In car parks. At the lights. Dead.
The hordes don't hunger for living flesh or amble along directionless. They're animated and motionless. They stare ahead. No breath. When you hurt them they don't react. Loud sounds do nothing to rouse them. They simply stand around.
Except for the eyes. They don't move, even if you stand right before them. And yet, you get the sense they follow you wherever you go. Not just one but all of them, even in complete darkness. Wherever you are, millions of dead eyes, watching.
Paddy Dobson
9th October 2021