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English[en]
THE TIDE TURNS. The basement of Union house had not improved. It still stank of rotting human remains which were scattered about here and there. It was still populated by dozens of zombies in various states of activity. It was still seemingly ruled by that wretched tortoiseshell cat. And David still seemed to think of it as home. As we entered this hellish pit, I felt David’s warm and contented glow in the pit of my own stomach. The fellow-feeling that David and I had shared throughout our lives was now a source of considerable revulsion to me. As I felt David’s pleasure, I thought of that trite saying “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother” and found myself singing “He ain’t zombie, he’s my brother.” Hysterical. The cat turned and glared at me – the zombies didn’t notice my off-key singing. So, why should it bother that stupid cat? Did it matter? No. Figuring out a bad-tempered feline was not going to solve the zombie apocalypse. (Was it?) I knew that David would not be moved from his home-away-from-home. So, despite the nausea-inducing sights and smells, I had no choice but to make the best of it (or perish horrifically like poor, sweet Meryl.) I found a corner which was relatively free from both zombies and human detritus – and settled down. Once again, I kept a watchful eye on the cat – but attack did not seem imminent. I do believe I even nodded off for a brief time without coming to harm. David seemed happy amongst his own. He and his kind just seemed to ‘hang out’ together. There were the usual grunts and groans, the occasional squabble over the fresher pieces of ‘food’. (There had been a minor re-supply of meat in our absence.) Mostly, however, they just milled about or simply sat together. It was like the worst party you could possibly imagine – but they seemed happy enough with it.
Cornish[kw]
Y TREYL AN MORDID. Ny wellasa selder Chi an Kesunyans. Yth esa hwath fleur korfow denel breyn re via skattrys oll a-dro. Yth esa hwath dewdhegow a zombis ow kwandra oll a- dro. Yth esa hwath an gathes driliw druan na – a rewlya oll a-dro, dell heveli. Hag yth esa hwath Davydh – a grysi, dell heveli, an selder euthyk na dhe vos y dre ev. Ha ni entrys an pytt ifarnek, my a glywas, yn pytt ow glas ow honan, golow toemm ha lowen re dhothya dhiworth glas Davydh. An kesomglywans ma a gevrannsa Davydh ha my dres oll agan bywnansow o lemmyn fenten a euth meur ragov. Ha my klywys plesour Davydh, y brederis a’n lavar krin na “Nyns yw ev poes, ev yth yw ow broder vy” – hag omgavoes bos ow kana “Nyns yw ev zombi, ev yth yw ow broder vy.” Hwarthus dres eghenn. Y treylyas an gathes ha lagatta orthymm – ny attendsa an zombis dhe’m kenys anhweg. Ytho, pyth o kudynn an gathes wokki na ganso? A ny wrug fors? Na wrug. Dismygyans best kathek, ny rosa dhymm assoylyans gordhroglamm an zombis. (A rosa e?) My a wodhya na via gwayys Davydh a-dhiworth y nessa tre ev. Ytho, yn despit dhe’n gwelyow ha’n fleryow esa ow ri dhymm penn-dro, nyns esa dewis vyth saw gul an gwella a’n studh – po perisshya yn euthyk kepar ha Meryl hweg hag anfeusik. My a gevis neythik, kler lowr a zombis ha temmyn korfow denel, hag esedha. Unnweyth arta, yth esov ughhewoel drefenn an gathes – mes ny heveli bos omsettyans ow tos. My a wra krysi my dhe goedha yn kosk pols heb ow bos aperys. Yth heveli bos lowen Davydh yntra’n re a’y eghenn y honan. Ny wre ev ha’y eghenn saw kowethashe warbarth, dell heveli. Yth esa roghow ha hanasennow herwydh usadow ha, treweythyow, strif a-dro dhe ‘voes’ kro. (Y tothya provians byghan a gig nowydh dres agan estrik alena.) Byttegyns, an rann vrassa anedha, yth esens yn sempel ow kwandra oll a-dro – po owth esedha dison warbarth. Yth o kepar ha’n gwettha kevywi may hallsewgh tybi – mes lowen lowr ens i, dell heveli.