I cannot escape the chill. Every time I see one, even before I know…the first time, I just felt it. Didn’t know what I felt. Didn’t know what was about to happen. It was a fresh one. They were all fresh at first and you couldn’t really tell what they were, what they had become. Just some guy, pudgy, untucked shirt, a little dazed maybe.
I feel that chill as he passes me. So I turn, and I watch his arms reach out and grab some pantsuit lady walking behind me. I still don’t really know what’s going on right then, only now I know it’s not good.
He went right for her face. No time or chance for anyone to do anything. And just like that, the world ended. All around the world, they all went crazy, all at once. No light in their eyes anymore. You can feel them, feel them before you can even see them, I think. Pay attention to that creeping chill going up your spine. It means the empty ones are near.
I think some of us, some of the one’s we let in, I can’t tell which, but that chill keeps dogging me. Something’s got in. A fresh one, maybe, still turning, or something like them. I’ve heard stories, don’t know if I believe them, that a few of the changed don’t go wild; they are empty, and they are on the side of the emptiness, but they keep something of what they were, enough to…
Just keep a wary head, alright? Never know what will walk out of the shadows next.
Tale Told 