The zombie strained at the chains, arms outstretched in front, clutching at cold thin air. It would not break free: Hanks had sunk the post deep while the ground was still soft, and the chains were strong, having been salvaged from a playground tire swing.
The kids had been afraid of it, at first. Emily wouldn’t stop crying, and her mother had begged them to do away with the thing. But now: Emily was the boldest of all the children. As the others packed their first snowball, she was winding up to launch her second, right at the zombie’s face