The zombie clad in plaid and coveralls lay in a crumpled heap on the beach, motionless.
The scene remained motionless and minutes later was still as quiet as a grave.
“UUUHHH!” A groan emanated from the rotting corpse as it began to twitch.
With a sudden burst of speed, the zombie sat up on his knees, blinked rapidly and looked around. He looked off in the distance like a Utah prairie dog, as if some renewed interest in life had returned to him.
His control collar lay broken in the sand nearby, the latch mechanism having been smashed off when he hit the rock.
He looked down now toward the rock, his smashed face somewhat puzzled.
He looked at the two broken halves of his collar lying in the sand. After a moment, he leaned forward and picked them up.
The zombie held the two halves of the collar up in the air over his head and let loose a bloodcurdling sound.
“GAAAHHH!!!” it screamed in victory.
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