Here’s the thing:
I expected there to be a lot of blood. I mean, they’re basically just like us, right? but dead. Well, it turns out that all that blood pools in the lower extremities and congeals.
So I hit the guy with a shovel, and his head just sort of caves in. The guy, I swear, he just fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. I’d psyched myself up to deal with the blood and the twitching, and then there wasn’t any. I was a mess, after that. I just sort of stood there for about five minutes, and the next one nearly got me by surprise…