k i s s i s s i p p i

Exactly what it says on the tin.

SPOILERS: gore of the type one would expect when talking about zombies, character death in that EVERYONE IS ALREADY A ZOMBIE

A figure shuffles across a field, one foot dragging uselessly behind, attached by nothing more than a twist of muscle and shattered bone.

“Uuuuuuuuunnn,” it says.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhng,” agrees one of the other figures that follow it. Once-red fabric hangs torn and ripped from around its neck, failing to conceal the large, almost perfectly circular hole torn through its middle.

“Nnnnnnnnnh?” says a third, pulling itself along the grass by its arms, legs gone, cracked sunglasses dangling from its face. A hand with only two fingers brushes over a plastic disc abandoned in the dirt, tries to grip it.

Another figure is on the disc before the legless one can do more than scrabble in the dust. Though it can’t speak, its jaw and most of its throat torn out, it still moves slightly faster than all the rest, and enough of its hand is still intact to let it pick up the disc. It tosses the piece of plastic, which wobbles awkwardly through the air to land at the feet of another.

This creature is huge, towering over the rest, long blond hair hanging heavy with blood and rot down its back. “Hnnnnn,” it says as it picks it up. The disc is as big as one of its missing fingernails and it stares blankly for a moment through ruined eyes before flicking the disc in the direction of the first pair.

The first figure leans heavily on the second, its ankle seemingly trying to knit itself back together, over and over and over. The red-draped figure is gnawing almost affectionately at the arm of the first and doesn’t turn when the disc bounces harmlessly off its back.

The final figure stares at the disc where it lies, then drops its one-eyed gaze to the shield strapped to its shredded arm. “Unnnnn ggggggggh,” it says, almost thoughtfully, before attempting to remove the shield. When the clasps prove too difficult for the bone stumps that remain of its fingers, it simply tears the whole shield off, arm and all, and hurls it towards the group. The shield - not being aerodynamically designed - doesn’t get very far, embedding itself in the spine of the jawless figure.

“Nnnnh?” says the giant as the jawless one drops to its knees.

“Nnnng,” agrees the legless one, still pulling itself along the grass.

The jawless one tries to pull itself over the ground as well, aiming for the disc once more, but stops, suddenly, as a larger, heavier, metal disc slams into its skull. Head crushed, it doesn’t even twitch as it collapses prone in the dirt.

“Gggggh,” tries the first figure, “uuuuhn?” It makes a move forward, only to crumple back when a second metal disc takes off the top of its head.

“Gaaaannnnnnnnh,” moans the newly one-armed creature and turns towards the source of the discs before taking one in the center of its face.

Ten yards away, Vision lines up another disc as they group begins to advance. “Sorry, my friends,” he says before firing off another textbook perfect toss. “Frisbee was the only way.”

THE END