@Mypilot
They weren't the usual sort of family that you would find in a gated community in the richer part of the district. The people who shared a fence-line with them took every opportunity to remind them of that fact. It was rather unfortunate for them, but their words fell on deaf ears, literally.
Zombies don't hear much of anything. Or speak, or do anything else for that matter, other than spread their rot around them, leaving the taste of death in their wake. They weren't the kind of people who cared what anyone thought of them. They had no reason to; they were already dead.
They had a dead garden where dead flowers grew. The dead little boy trundled around the yard with his dead little animal - they neighbours thought that maybe it had once been a dog, but it was hard to tell when they could see the light shining through its ribcage.
The zombies didn't bother anyone though. Despite their strangeness, they kept to themselves, so the neighbours' complaints went unheard by the council. They weren't bothering anyone, and their presence did a good job of discouraging other unsavoury sorts that might otherwise darken their door.
There was nothing wrong with the zombie family that lived in the gated community, except for the fact that they were zombies. As long as you made sure to stay in a direction away from the wind that carried their rotting stench - slim chance of that - then you were guaranteed that they would give you your space and keep to themselves.
For some reason, the neighbours still weren't convinced.
They weren't the usual sort of family that you would find in a gated community in the richer part of the district. The people who shared a fence-line with them took every opportunity to remind them of that fact. It was rather unfortunate for them, but their words fell on deaf ears, literally.
Zombies don't hear much of anything. Or speak, or do anything else for that matter, other than spread their rot around them, leaving the taste of death in their wake. They weren't the kind of people who cared what anyone thought of them. They had no reason to; they were already dead.
They had a dead garden where dead flowers grew. The dead little boy trundled around the yard with his dead little animal - they neighbours thought that maybe it had once been a dog, but it was hard to tell when they could see the light shining through its ribcage.
The zombies didn't bother anyone though. Despite their strangeness, they kept to themselves, so the neighbours' complaints went unheard by the council. They weren't bothering anyone, and their presence did a good job of discouraging other unsavoury sorts that might otherwise darken their door.
There was nothing wrong with the zombie family that lived in the gated community, except for the fact that they were zombies. As long as you made sure to stay in a direction away from the wind that carried their rotting stench - slim chance of that - then you were guaranteed that they would give you your space and keep to themselves.
For some reason, the neighbours still weren't convinced.