“Oh, but I will be. You see, when you are dead and
turned, you shall be my zombies and shall obey my
every command, fulfill my every wish, and hasten to
my every desire. It is something I picked up during
my dreadful stay on that awful, overheated oven of
a plantation in Haiti. I needed a change in climate
and so we came out here.”
The biters grabbed for Sir Hammerhorn at the
very moment that Percy's flamethrower exploded
to life, flames enveloping a whole row of the
undead! The biters caught fire, allowing Mister to
push off her attacker, and we all fled to the edge
of the graveyard.
To our great despair, it turned out that the
graveyard was built on a cliff face. Percy kept the
flames burning and the zombies at bay but there
was nowhere to go! His fuel was running out!
A pile of charred corpses lay in a half-circle at
our feet, the approaching zombies stumbling over
the burning heap.
Clothilde Vandenklamp appeared once more,
facing off against us, perpendicular to the cliff, as
the undead pushed us closer to the edge. Grotesque
limbs reached for us, rotting body parts and bones!
“The long dead are mindless drones,” Mrs.
Vandenklamp boasted, “but my biters are special.
Their kiss turns you slowly, giving me time to turn
you into my own little pets! And it matters not if we
do it at the top, or meet you at the bottom! Behold!”
The zombie of her own relation,Mr.Vandenklamp,
shambled through the crowd, bumping into one of
the walking dead, looking strangely disoriented, and
then bumping into another.
Zombie Mr. Vandenklamp was so bewildered
that he tripped over the flaming pile, stumbling into
a zombie who dumbly grabbed onto the next, and
since each zombie's rot and ribs and bones caught
on each other, a domino effect followed.
They all started to fall. Zombie Mr. Vandenklamp
whirled about, knocking his wife over. She was
caught on the pile of the dead as they slid right off
the edge of the cliff !