Cool, crisp November morning, quite in the streets around me. Seemed like a good time to take a friend out for a supply run. We head down the deserted streets, when we start to hear shuffling behind us.
"Head into that alley, be very still," I tell her. We duck down behind a dumpster, watching horrified as a horde limps its way past us down the block. Once the group has cleared, we climb atop the dumpster, up a few levels of a rusting fire escape to see what has attracted such a large group.
We can see them down the street, tearing something apart before moving onto the next block and doing the same...
My friend turns to me, and asks, "Why are they so vicious? They all look like they've feed recently."
"I don't think they have any control over it, some kind of impulse that remained from their living days to consume," I tell her, taken aback by the ravenous nature of this display.
"Its barbaric, so chaotic..." she tells me, eyes widen with fear.
Its Black Friday...
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