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The socks hung alone on the clothesline, swaying stiffly in the afternoon breeze. They were damp from the drizzle of rain earlier in the day, but the fierce sun had dried them again.
Below, the grass reached up, unmown and untidy. Within the jungle of grass a human body lay, bloated and peeling, its foetid stench unnoticed by any living thing.
The corpse’s mouth opened, emitting a long guttural moan, joined by the hungry horde beyond the wooden fence. The zombie stood up, its head dragging the lifeless sock to the ground, before limping off in search of fresh meat.