They look like statues sculpted where they stand on the streets, in mid-step.
But they are not statues!
They are the frozen undead!
They are profoundly affected by this prolonged Arctic blast winter.
They are dead...
But they aren't...
But, they are still hateful evil...
You can see it in their eyes!
I'll just call them... Zombicicles, for now!
JAC
ZOMBICICLES
What is more perverse in nature than the walking dead... frozen zombies stopped cold by winter!
I kill as many as I can... they stare at me where they stand, with frozen eyes in frozen heads.
I am doing what I can to clear this area of the murderous undead while the winter's brutality freezes all.
But, Spring will return soon... and the madness of my singular existence with warmed undead begins anew!
JAC
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