The air force dropped the bridge three days ago. By dropped, I mean: the south side is in pieces at the bottom of the river. The north side is intact, just sitting up there, stretched out into thin air.
The zombies didn’t stop trying to get across though, they just keep on coming. They walk to where the bridge ends and just kind of step off. No arm waving, kicking, nothing. It’s like they don’t even notice they’re falling. Then there’s the smack of hitting the water.
One after another, day and night, three days. In the tens of thousands.
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