even after the apocalypse. sometimes after the sun sets, you can hear the porn-star moaning of a bakers dozen of dead people all crammed like sardines into a very small area because on occasion they dont realise that pushing together in a tiny space at such high capacities can lead to them ending up stuck there. for hours. sometimes days. the problem with a lot of shifting, gyrating, greasy rotting bloody flesh rubbing together at high frequency is that it helps along the process of flesh deterioration and they all start turning into a third grader's science project.mould, everywhere. dropping limbs like flies, discounting the fact that the flies probably have a field day with this and haven't eaten better since dinosaurs walked this hellish blue water orb. just an army of walking piles of fungus and dank-smelling mosses all shimmying together trying to move forward but not understanding the concept that moving forward is impossible when there are real, actual obstacles in your way. can you imagine a flash mob of 800 mouldy dead people slowly baking under 103 degree cloudless sunlight? i haven't seen a more beautiful thing since the day i put two and two together and realised they can't bite or scratch without teeth or arms can you imagine someone raising dead people like livestock?wait, that already happens.
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