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English[en]
He struck out at the limbs that sought to ensnare me and rounded upon the encroaching zombies. They fell back a little in surprise: zombies never struck other zombies, it seemed. Then it came: a primeval roar that raised the small hairs on the back of my neck. It erupted violently from within David and seared those who would seize and devour me. I could describe it as the roar of a lion in his prime – but that would not do it justice. It was much more impressive than that. It said, quite simply: “Leave him alone – he’s my brother.” And they did. Some of the zombies actually sprinted away, apparently trembling with fear. (Did zombies ever feel fear?) But most just feigned disinterest and wandered off. I embraced my zombie brother. He seemed unable to return my embrace but, as I said, there was a deep recognition of me within him that could not be denied. I took his hand in mine. We, in turn, ‘wandered off’.
Cornish[kw]
Ev a frappyas an lithyow esa ow talleth ow maglenna ha sevel a-dherag fas a’n zombis a’gan kyrghynna. I a gildennas nebes, meur aga marth: ny frappyas nevra an zombis an eyl dh’y gila, dell heveli. Ena, y teuth ev: bedhyglans kynoesel a wrug sevel an mannvlew a’m keyn konna. Y tardhas ev yn freudhek dhiworth korf Davydh ha leski an re a assaya ow dalghenna rag ow dybri. My a allsa y dheskrifa kepar ha bedhyglans lew yn Gwaynten oes – mes ny via henna da lowr. Ny via henna ewn. Moy es henna o y amovyans ahanav vy. Ev re lavarsa yn sempel, heb geryow: “Kewgh war agas kamm! Ow broder vy ywa.” Hag ytho, i eth. Yn hwir, nebes yntra’n zombis a resas dhe-ves, ow krena, meur aga own, dell heveli. (Yw possybyl bos an zombis ownek?) Mes rann vrassa anedha a fugya fowt y’ga les ha gwandra dhe-ves. My a wryrnyas yn krev ow broder-zombi. Ny ylli dasri ow gwrynyans mes, dell leveris, yth esa aswonnvos down y’m kever ynno na allsa bos naghys. My a gemmeras y leuv yn ow huni ha ni a wandras dhe-ves keffrys.