A man stood at the entrance of the store. He wore a black down-jacket. A red beanie clutched at his skull. He cradled a large rifle in his arms. A female zombie rounded the corner and shuffled toward the front of the store. The man jerked the rifle up to his shoulder, paused momentarily, then pulled the trigger, confident and practiced. Her head burst into a red mist and she collapsed to the floor. He pumped his fist and shouted triumphantly as two more men emerged. The man on the left - denim jacket, excessive belt buckle, thick brush along his upper lip - scolded the man in the beanie. The second man - bespectacled and oddly debonair - stood indifferently to the right, arms folded. The two seemed to quarrel for a moment before the man in the beanie turned his attention toward his recently downed target. He removed a hatchet from his waist as he approached her body - wriggling and convulsing on the ground - and plunged it into her neck, which offered little resistance. The blade clanged against the concrete and separated her neck immediately. Her freshly detached head rolled from its perch and came to rest against the base of a shelf, her nose propping it up like a kickstand. He swung wildly at her body, still to writhing and splashing in the expanding pool of blood beneath her, hacking at her limbs with reckless abandon. Having completed his task, he wiped the blood from his hatchet with her blouse, rose to his feet, smirked at her dismembered body, and casually rejoined his troupe.
Her name was Melinda Reiss. Married. Three kids.
Meanwhile, the dapper lad swung a machete through the throat of an approaching male zombie, which then stumbled back, making a pained squelching noise as blood streamed from the open wound. Without hesitation, he swung a second time and lopped his head clean off. The man with the mustache then stepped in at the dapper lad's beckoning, lifted his leg, and planted his boot firmly into the chest of the swaying headless corpse, and sent it hurtling into the shelving. The two then proceeded to systematically dismember the body of Graham Little, mathematics major at a local university.
The three reconvened, and noting the approaching crowd, promptly departed. Such nonchalant violence. It would appear that my caution and concerns were misplaced.