and that night it was dark. I was driving. The truck vibrated and jumped with the holes in the road, but despite that Monica slept well, because I was very tired.
Walking very slow, shuffling, and I thought this was a performance. Marched aligned, and one of them went through the middle of the road. I slowed down a bit, but as they parted beeps.
Monica awoke with a start at the sound.
At that time the walkers turned away and turned their faces toward us. They were horrible! Even the best makeup would look so scary film. At Monica let out a cry of terror, I accelerated and soon we were far away. Then I tried to calm her, as was scared, but even I believed what he said: They were drunk with masks, I said. - No, they were real! One was skin was falling! They were dead! Dead! - Okay. They may not be people, perhaps they were apparitions I had to admitbut appearances do nothing, and were back there.
A few miles later felt a jolt that almost made us not turn. I stopped at the side and down. - Is a tire, he opened a hole, I said. - Change it fast. I do not want to be here. Want to help? -she said, peering out the window. - No, I can alone. They are a few minutes just. I was about to finish placing the wheel when I saw them emerge from the darkness. A few miles later felt a jolt that almost made us not turn. I stopped at the side and down. - Is a tire, he opened a hole, I said. - Change it fast. I do not want to be here. Want to help? -she said, peering out the window. - No, I can alone. They are a few minutes just. I was about to finish placing the wheel when I saw them emerge from the darkness.
They were the four dead. The vehicle stopped flashing light made ​them look even more creepy. Monica saw in the mirror and began to scream. I finished setting the last nut and jumped into the van.