Green eyed Peter told me a story one night while I was traveling out West in the area known as Death Vally. He had set himself up pretty good and it made sense. He said the the desert and the heat evaporated the moisture out of the Zombies. Once the body lost enough moisture then the Zombies while not officially dead, where incapacitated. The body was dried out and stiff. If they moved at all it was very very slow and minor in range. Now if they were able to get into rain, the body would absorb water like a sponge and reanimate to movement again. Hence the reason that they stand and stare at the rain. The rain is life for them…

Peter told me that he tried the beach front, but that Zombies on the beach were fast and strong. They always had plenty of moisture to absorb…

Here is Peters story…

HI!

My name is Peter and I was in a skyscraper about 38 stories off the ground, when it all happened…

I was sipping my morning cup of coffee and staring out the window. I was thinking about the Langsly account and what I had to do to present the billion dollar deal…

That was when something way below caught my eye. I blinked twice and rubbed my eyes. I was sure that what I saw from that high up distance was wrong…

It looked like the little ant person was eating another ant person, way below me in the street. Then it struck me that there was tons of fires and car wrecks. I grabbed my cell phone and called home. My wife answered screaming, saying something about the fact that our daughter bit her in the neck. Then the phone line went dead and never worked again. The sight I found days later was gruesome to say the least. They even ate the dog…

My mind was racing like a tightly sprung timer and I stared back at the street below me and saw a small group of people surrounded by hundreds of stumbling grotesque things that use to be humans. That is the second that I realized that we were in a Zombie attack…

It was a matter of seconds and the people were a tasty meal for the Zombies and a few minutes later, the Zombies broke up and wandered around looking for more humans to eat. I was absorbed in thought when I heard a moan behind me…

I turned and Sam the night janitor was stumbling toward me. He had that Zombie moan and Zombie stare down perfect. He also had a bite mark on his neck and he also wanted my brains…

I looked around for a weapon and my eyes settled on my trophy stick to play the game of Hurling with. I am Irish and I love the sport, I have a stick in my office and the stick is called a Hurl. It is a paddle to hit the ball called a slither…

Now to say the least is that it is a good stick to hit thing with. In fact it is the perfect Zombie weapon and being an expert in its use in the sport, I can drop a Zombie in one blow and they will never get up again…

Sam became the first of hundreds of Zombies that I re-killed with that weapon of choice. I even broke into a sports store and stocked up on the sticks! They are good for about 50 Zombie heads before they crack and I have even found a brand of them that can go a hundred Zombie heads. As it is I carry about 4 on me at all times. I have made a special back sling that I keep three in as spare…

I looked down at a Sam that was still and dead. Then I heard several more moans out in the hallway…

I peeked around the corner of the door and saw the coffee cart lady and the mail room boy stumbling around looking for something to eat. I decided to dispatch them quickly and keep them silent. As you all know! Zombies are attracted to sound…

Whop Whop and down they went. I stood listening for anymore sounds. All was quiet and I decided to slowly make my way from the building and try to get home. As I said that took several days. The building was infested with Zombies and I never found a single live human in the whole building. 45 stories of Zombie death and I started down from the 38th floor, one quiet step at a time…

I easily gathered my first hundred kills before I left the building and long ago broke the stick. I had to resort to various other means to kill Zombies as I worked my way down the floors. At one point I was using a sharpened broom handle to ram through their eyes…

I left many more alive than killed, because why bother a silent Zombie and risk attracting 20 more to fight. So I just slipped by all the Zombies that I could and left them too wander in circles aimlessly…

I ate lots of dough nuts in the first two days. You see everyone was showing up to work and first comers bring lots of goodies to eat. I drank coffee and ate sugar treats. By the time I reached the street level, I was overdosed on caffeine and sugar. Cocaine could not have done a better job of sending me flying and when I stepped out onto the streets, I needed every drop of caffeine and sugar that I had consumed…

In few days I got to my home. I found death itself had visited my family and the two, had eaten themselves…

Mother ate daughter and daughter ate mother until they were not able to even function anymore. All that worked was two heads with these eyes that followed me and gnashed their teeth trying to taste my flesh…

Sadness was an understatement. I pushed a broom handle through their eyes and extinguished that unholy life that existed inside those heads…

Sorry!! I guess I do not want to talk any more! I hate those damn Zombies and will kill everyone of them myself if I have too on this whole planet…

Peter

I left Peter as he was smashing a Zombie head with his favorite weapon a Hurl stick! I had shook his hand and I gave him a present internally. I increased his energy and power. He will need it and I know that he will live another 5 years. I know because I am the one who will collect his soul. I decided to amp him up and hopefully he will kill many many Zombies, before they get him…

Yes he will be a Zombie when I collect his soul except I have already protected that soul and I will send him to heaven instead. He has been through enough and is a good man. Peter lived a moral and good life before all this happened and I did not have the heart to tell him that his family was infected by a man that his wife was sleeping with in secrete. Though I really think that he knows deep down inside…

Have a good life Peter. I will see you in 5 years…

Stryker…