Lunch of the Dead...

We went to visit my great-uncle at his retirement home a couple of days ago, arriving at about 11.15am for a cup of tea. My uncle is by far the youngest resident and we had the residents' lounge to ourselves.

At 11.59am, the undead and their zimmerframes appeared all at once out of the walls, moving slowly, silent but for the occasional moan and squeak of the wheels. They converged on the lunch tables like zombies to er, whatever zombies like to eat. George Romero would have been proud. It was eerie and somehow very very odd.