I tell ya. I get to work today, and what do I find?
Zombie horses. Zombie. Horses.
This wouldn't be so bad if they stopped concentrating on filling their stupid tummies when I try to take them out. At least this time they just go for my head instead of the grass. Easier to spot and yank away from, y'see.
...aw, hell, my brother's been turned into a zombie too. Excuse me, I have to go and deal with this. *puts on Evil Dead*