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A DAY AT THE CARLTON BUGHOUSE Morning couldn’t come quick enough. “Come on, Dave, I’m hungry,” I said. “I need to find some food fit for living folk.” Dave seemed content to remain where he was. Apparently, he was not hungry. I wondered idly how often a major predator needed a feed. Once a week? Wasn’t that how often lions needed to kill? But lions aren’t dead. “How often,” I asked myself, “would a lion need to eat if it were dead?” With that, I started to wonder about the declining nature of my current thought processes. I needed to eat and eat now. So, I kicked David and he growled at me. (The ever-present cat chimed in with a supportive hiss.) I seized David’s hand and hauled him to his feet. He emitted an unhappy rumble but seemed willing enough to come with me. We emerged from Union House into the morning daylight. Didn’t I read somewhere that zombies were supposed to be unable to come out in the daylight? Well, that’s not true. There were numerous zombies milling about in the Eastern quadrangle (whose official name I forget) – in broad daylight just as there had been since the initial onslaught. Zombies are fine with daylight – but do they get a decent tan? As we walked through the quadrangle, David’s hand still somewhat unwillingly in mine, I cast my eye about the scattered corpses. Nothing fresh here. I guessed they all dated from Day One. Why did some victims reanimate – like David – and others not?
Cornish[kw]
DYDH YN ‘CHI DEUREK’ KARLTON Ny allsa an myttin dos skon lowr ragov vy. “Deun yn-rag, ‘Dhav, yma nown dhymm,” yn-medhav. “Res yw dhymm kavoes boes yw gwiw dhe’n dus vyw.” Yth heveli bos da gans Davydh dhe remaynya mayth esa ev. Yn apert, nyns esa nown dhodho. My a omwovynnas yn unn dremena py lieskweyth y fia edhomm a voes dhe’n preydher meur. Unnweyth yn seythun? A nyns esa henna kemmys prysyow dell vedha edhomm dhe’n lewyon? Mes nyns yw an lewyon marow. “Py lieskweyth,” my a omwovynnas, “a via edhomm a dhybri dhe’n lewyon mar pens marow?” Ha, gans henna, my a dhallathas omwovynn a-dro dhe’n gnas ow kwetthe a’m brys. Yth esa dhymm edhomm a dhybri – ha, dres henna, a dhybri a-dhistowgh. Ytho, my a botyas Davydh hag ev a grommyas orthiv vy. (Yth esa ena si skoedhyansek dhiworth an gath.) My a dhalgennas paw Davydh ha’y halya dh’y sav. Ev a dhillas grommyans moredhek mes yth heveli bos lowen lowr rag dos genev. Ni a dheuth yn-mes Chi an Kesunyans hag entra yn golow dydh. A ny redsen vy nep-tu na ylli an zombis dos yn-mes hag yn golow dydh? Wel, nyns yw henna gwir. Yth esa meur a zombis ow kwandra a-dro dhe’n plen a’n howldrevel (an hanow soedhogel mayth ankevis) - y’n golow splann dydh kepar dell via an kas a-dhia an kynsa omsettyans. Golow dydh yw da gans an zombis – mes a yllons i kavoes kroghen vronsys yn ta? Ha ni kerdhys a-dreus an plen, leuv Davydh hwath yn ow huni – nebes a’y anvodh – my a viri orth an korfow skattrys oll a-dro. Nyns esa travyth gro ena. Y tothyens oll dhiworth “Dydh Onan”, dell grysyn vy. Prag y hylli nebes vyktyms dasvywya – kepar ha Davydh – ha, byttegyns, yth esa an re erell na ylli gul yndella? 47