casually, “You might want to clean that up, Doc.”
“What the hell happened, Chester? ”
Chester shrugged his shoulders glumly. “I came back here and she growled at me. The old bitch literally growled at me. I didn’t want her biting me with her creepy-ass dentures, so I did what needed to be done.” It was true. Despite his affinity for fighting, Chester had no desire to actually hurt anyone who was innocent. In the wrestling ring he had a reputation for being brutally violent, but in his church and community he was known for his kindness and compassion toward others.
While Janet, the E Ward orderlies, and the kids were busy down at the end of the hall, Dave fetched the mop bucket and some spray cleaner. The blood was easy enough to scrub away, but the 95 pound corpse of a zombie nurse could not just be swept under a rug somewhere. The death of the elderly nurse seemed essentially justified, but explaining that to ten emotionally fragile kids might be problematic .
Dave walked over t o a nearby day room and grabbed a 50 gallon wheeled trash can. He rolled it back the nursing station and gave a quick gesture to Chester. Chester understood the unspoken plan. He picked Mert’s body up and deposited it rather unceremoniously in the receptacle. The body went in head first, with legs dangling out the top. Chester was required to forcefully reposition some of Mert’s limbs in order to get the lid closed. Her body was twisted in ways that would make a contortionist cringe. Of course, Mert did not complain. Dave rolled the can into the corner and placed a stack of medical charts on top. Problem solved.
Dave walked over to the corridor and saw that Janet was still telling a story at the far end of the hall. Although she did not have kids of her own, Janet was good at telling stories and entertaining youngsters. She had found this talent particularly handy at certain times - for example when keeping children distracted while someone else killed a zombie nurse and hid the body. Dave decided to walk down the hall and let Janet know the deed was done. He approached quietly, not wanting to interrupt the flow of her story. He stood behind the orderlies and listened.
“... And then the fairy princess punched the zombie in the face. The blow knocked the zombie’s head off his shoulders and it landed in a pig pen. The pigs ate the head and it made them fart!” Janet blew raspberries into the palm of her hand, simulating porcine flatulence. The kids were rolling with laughter. Dave chuckled too. The orderlies grunted and wheezed. “The princess then went and bought the pigs some gas masks, so they wouldn’t have to smell their own toots!” More laughter, more raspy moans.
Dave stepped closer to the two orderlies, listening to confirm what he had just heard. His scrutiny of the men revealed not only irregular breathing, but also the spasmodic movements and wretched odor he now knew so well. Dave made a subtle motion to Janet, gesturing for her to keep going with the story. While Janet continued captivating the children, Dave grabbed both orderlies by the backs of their shirts and pulled the stuporous zombies away from the children. Janet saw what was happening, and she became even more animated in her story-telling. She hoped her voice would cover up the noise of the shuffling corpses as Dave lured them toward the other end of the corridor.
Dave was faced with the task of getting the zombies to follow him while trying not to draw the attention of the children. He quietly danced around, pointed at himself, made faces, and officially became the most annoying mime ever. Zombies apparently do not like being annoyed by mimes, because they began lurching toward Dave with the intent to eat him. Dave led the zombies to the area of the nursing station, hoping Chester would be able to provide some assistance. Chester, however, was nowhere to be found.
Dave scanned his environment in desperation. One of the day rooms had a doorway
“What the hell happened, Chester? ”
Chester shrugged his shoulders glumly. “I came back here and she growled at me. The old bitch literally growled at me. I didn’t want her biting me with her creepy-ass dentures, so I did what needed to be done.” It was true. Despite his affinity for fighting, Chester had no desire to actually hurt anyone who was innocent. In the wrestling ring he had a reputation for being brutally violent, but in his church and community he was known for his kindness and compassion toward others.
While Janet, the E Ward orderlies, and the kids were busy down at the end of the hall, Dave fetched the mop bucket and some spray cleaner. The blood was easy enough to scrub away, but the 95 pound corpse of a zombie nurse could not just be swept under a rug somewhere. The death of the elderly nurse seemed essentially justified, but explaining that to ten emotionally fragile kids might be problematic .
Dave walked over t o a nearby day room and grabbed a 50 gallon wheeled trash can. He rolled it back the nursing station and gave a quick gesture to Chester. Chester understood the unspoken plan. He picked Mert’s body up and deposited it rather unceremoniously in the receptacle. The body went in head first, with legs dangling out the top. Chester was required to forcefully reposition some of Mert’s limbs in order to get the lid closed. Her body was twisted in ways that would make a contortionist cringe. Of course, Mert did not complain. Dave rolled the can into the corner and placed a stack of medical charts on top. Problem solved.
Dave walked over to the corridor and saw that Janet was still telling a story at the far end of the hall. Although she did not have kids of her own, Janet was good at telling stories and entertaining youngsters. She had found this talent particularly handy at certain times - for example when keeping children distracted while someone else killed a zombie nurse and hid the body. Dave decided to walk down the hall and let Janet know the deed was done. He approached quietly, not wanting to interrupt the flow of her story. He stood behind the orderlies and listened.
“... And then the fairy princess punched the zombie in the face. The blow knocked the zombie’s head off his shoulders and it landed in a pig pen. The pigs ate the head and it made them fart!” Janet blew raspberries into the palm of her hand, simulating porcine flatulence. The kids were rolling with laughter. Dave chuckled too. The orderlies grunted and wheezed. “The princess then went and bought the pigs some gas masks, so they wouldn’t have to smell their own toots!” More laughter, more raspy moans.
Dave stepped closer to the two orderlies, listening to confirm what he had just heard. His scrutiny of the men revealed not only irregular breathing, but also the spasmodic movements and wretched odor he now knew so well. Dave made a subtle motion to Janet, gesturing for her to keep going with the story. While Janet continued captivating the children, Dave grabbed both orderlies by the backs of their shirts and pulled the stuporous zombies away from the children. Janet saw what was happening, and she became even more animated in her story-telling. She hoped her voice would cover up the noise of the shuffling corpses as Dave lured them toward the other end of the corridor.
Dave was faced with the task of getting the zombies to follow him while trying not to draw the attention of the children. He quietly danced around, pointed at himself, made faces, and officially became the most annoying mime ever. Zombies apparently do not like being annoyed by mimes, because they began lurching toward Dave with the intent to eat him. Dave led the zombies to the area of the nursing station, hoping Chester would be able to provide some assistance. Chester, however, was nowhere to be found.
Dave scanned his environment in desperation. One of the day rooms had a doorway
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