Across The Island, All Wednesday

[zombiemcbitey]

It started slowly at first, a few moans from the shadows in the early hours of morning, the sounds of fingernails scratching against doorways. Every now and again, something would fall to the ground, and one of the zombies would pause for a moment to contemplate how much they would actually miss that lower jaw or that hand or that eyeball before giving up on it and moving on. They had no reason to care what state they were in. There was meat on this island. There were brains. That fact on its own was enough to lull them into the streets as the day wore on, seeking out a feast.

And their hunger was eternal.

[Yes! This is the all-purpose "Looking for Zombies!" post! Ping in to the appropriate thread with your location on the island, and one of our lovely NPC minions will get to you as soon as possible. Please wait for OCD! OCD is up! Let the biting begin!]