Hiding

Hiding. They've decided to chase me. I heard them coming so I kept my head down.

Freaks, five of them. Some naked, one in a dress and a gimp mask. Combats and camo gear. Each had a gun or an axe, apart from gimp-fella who had a sledgehammer. They were hooting and screeching. All seemed pissed or tripping.

They caught up with a couple of zombies, an old woman and bloke in a suit. Went beserk with them hacked and shot them to pieces. Went mental, then picked up the pieces, heads and hands and legs, and went running back to the bridge.

Not friendly.

Jeez, those morons with their guns seem to attracted every zombie for miles. It's starting to get busy here.