||[Dec. 2nd, 2009|10:39 pm]
A new class of undead rises from the grave.
You don't need to run -- they're not interested in pursuit. Instead, they trudge eagerly toward one another, converging in pairs or small groups, renewing old bonds and physically embracing the best they're able, droning their new name for themselves, which their shades will continue to repeat long after their flesh rots away.
You watch them, pity them, and hope that God was merciful enough to make these revenants too mindless to realize they'd unknowingly cursed themselves with the repetitive correspondence they'd written in life, which they moan here in unison now and forevermore...
"Beeee efff-efff... Beeee efff-efff..."