I swing bat. Hard to do. Meat make it look easy. Tricky, tricky, Meat. Kin near me mostly gone. Went find hiding place or find Meat. Some Kin like hiding and waiting and surprising Meat. Some Kin like walking to find Meat and hitting. Easy telling what Kin likes. Just look at Kin color. Dark green Kin hide, light green Kin walk. Sometimes colors wrong but not often. Easy telling Kin is Kin and Meat is Meat, too. Kin always green. Meat always not green. Simple.
Meat turn green slowly when become Kin, though. Hmm. Mystery!
I want try bat. How do? Meat no near me. Take long time finding Meat. Hmm. Ah-ha! Use Kin! I walk to Kin standing near me. Kin waiting. Kin always waiting or finding Meat. Is what is. This Kin is weak Kin, is missing arm. I hold bat on Kin head. Kin stares at me. Slowly raise up bat. Ready… now!
Smash! Ha ha! Kin head smooshed! Bat work well!
Level 1 Zombie Defeated! +10 EXP!
Achievement Unlocked!
Kinslayer
Destroy a zombie.
More words. Words, words, words. Why words? Words show up when I eat Meat. Words show up when I smash Kin. Hmm. Smash Kin again, words show again? I try it.
Hello Kin.
Smash!
Goodbye Kin.
Level 1 Zombie Defeated! +10 EXP!
Ha ha! I right! Again, again!
Smash!
Level 1 Zombie Defeated! +10 EXP!
More smash!
Level 1 Zombie Defeated! +10 EXP!
Smash again! Ha!
Level 1 Zombie Defeated! +10 EXP!
. . .
"Hey, Jake. Come take a look at this."
"Huh?" was the reply of the man reclining in the beach chair. A pair of aviator sunglasses hid his eyes as he nursed his beer under the harsh light of the afternoon sun. The breeze at his altitude kept him cool, at least. "Sup, dude?"
"There's a zombie down there beatin' the shit outta' the other ones," the man explained.
"…What? 'Lemme see." The man held out his pair of binoculars to his friend as he leaned against the rooftop railing. Jake set his beer down and tucked his sunglasses into his shirt before he accepted the offered gift. "Where they at?"
"On the left," he replied, pointing a finger. "Near that bus in the intersection."
"Oh. Oh, holy shit, you're right. Look at him go, damn. He's tearing through them. Big motherfucker, ain't he? Wha'dya thinks the reason?"
"The reason?"
"You know," Jake gestured with his right hand, palm held upward, as his left held the binoculars that he watched the zombie through. "The zombie. Going loco. Coo-Coo for CoCo Puffs. Whackin' it harder than a virgin on Friday night."
"Alright, I get it," the man chuckled. "Yeah, no clue, man. Maybe it's not actually a zombie?"
"Bruh," Jake turned to face his friend, visibly displaying his incredulousness, "the thing is baby-shit green. It's pretty obvious it's a zombie."
The man spread his arm wide open. "Maybe it's just a guy who took a bath in green paint?"
"Pfft, yeah. Why're you so against it actually being one?"
"Because it's beatin' the shit outta them with a bat. Deliberately. That's tool use. That's a sign of intelligence. And the idea of a smart zombie, that scares me, man."
"Oh. Oh, fuck me, you're right. That is kinda scary when you think about it, ain't it?
"Yeah."
Silence passed between the two men.
"Maybe it's friendly?" Jake offered.
"Heh, I wish I had your optimism."
"Well, whatever it is, hope Eddie down there has a good time."
"Eddie?"
"Eddie Stubbs."
"What?"
"Ah, you plebeian, " Jake said with a haughty tone, "you don't recognize the classics."
"Maaaan, fuck you," his friend replied with a smile.
Jake just laughed.