Yeah, the dead ain't too much trouble, once you figure them out. Just shoot them in the head, like they do in the movies.
We're smart and fast, they are dumb and slow. They will fall for just about any trap you set for them. Just yell and holler a bit for bait. They'll come along.
They don't organize, either. They herd up like they do, but they aren't organized like us.
They don't remember how to use anything worse than a knife or a hammer. No match for a car door.
Not all the dead people came back, either. Something about how doctors do autopsies. The way they prepared the brain when you get buried.
Not too many dead animals come back, either. Just a dog or cat, now and then.
No, surviving the dead ain't nothing. It's the people that get bit or scratched that you got to worry about. The ones that get infected.
The Screamers.
Around here we still call it the screaming measles. It spreads in a couple of hours to a couple of days, depending on how bad they got you. But no matter how long it takes, it's going to get you.
You go pale and you can't eat or drink, and can't be around water. You get hot and cold at the same time. You drool and mumble. At the end you twitch and have body spasms that go into convulsions.
Then you turn into a Screamer.
Them son's of bitches are fast!
Strong and mean. Smart too. They remember stuff like keys and ladders. Ain't so easy to trap, either. They know what's up.
Sometimes they will team up to get to you. Not like the Dead. Screamers sometimes remember how to work together, if only to get at you better.
Then you really have a problem!
But most of the time they attack each other. Like the way they attack the living dead, and the dead will go after them.
When I was staying in Kansas City, just before it was destroyed, I would watch thousands of Screamers and dead people attack each other, sometimes with some unlucky people caught in the middle.
Yeah, them Screamers were bad.
