Just the Beginning

I grabbed its hand and pulled it with me. It mumbled a groan in meek protest, then off snapped its hand. It didn’t make sense. They seemed almost superhuman when they devoured poor library man, but how easily they seemed to come apart when I attempted to move them. Not that my existence made much sense either, but still, there had to be some rhyme to reason behind how these things functioned, and perhaps gleaning the secrets lying within them would unlock whatever mysteries I contained.

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I confess, I was no scientist. Therefore my methods of scientific discovery were indeed crude, and perhaps limited by my lack of any clear direction on what I hoped to discover, but I had read a slew of anatomy books and various doctors’ theses; one of which had detailed how the cornea begins to cloud after death, and depending on environmental factors ‘tache noir’ occurs, but supposedly only in eyes open after death—fascinating. How verifying this information against the undead would help me, I had yet to consider. I’m sure it would though… somehow…

I threw the hand at the library man, successfully landing a hit against his head. I shuddered at the fleshy thwack; at the sight of him; at the thought of him. He groaned annoyedly—no, I shouldn’t attribute emotions to them, they are vessels with nothing within. I would deal with him after I had shepherded all the others into the library. I grabbed further up the arm of the undead before me and began, once again, to lead him to his new home. I glanced around me to take a quick estimate of how many more I had left to corral: 30 or so…

I hope they can do stairs well.