“HERE THEY COME! START ‘ER UP!’ shouted the grizzly farmer.
How he had managed to mount two combine harvesters atop each other, one to destroy the heads, and another to catch any remaining crawlers Bill did not know.
What he did know was that he had spent the last 24hours helping to build two large wooden fences to funnel the walking dead into the monstrous contraption. Bill turned the ignition and watched the blades begin to turn, speeding to a whirling blur of repeat death.
He got down from the cab, lit a cigarette and settled in to watch the carnage.