It had taken them some time to realize that some of these zombies might actually be recognizable. There were so many of them, relentlessly, that they all kind of blended together. The movies were always right, man, one big faceless mass, that was the real threat. Even when some of them were green or pink, they were all kind of the same, arms up and smelling like rot. Stu could hardly smell it anymore, though it had made him gag at first; it was only the swarms of flies drawn by the stench that reminded him that he had gone nose-blind.

That Billy could even pick out a face anymore was impressive. He was always so smart, so observant. Very little got by him, like the fact that Stu kind of liked Randy, and maybe Randy was a bigger idiot than Stu should have realized. Stu's frown was brief, his arms dangling limp at his sides, as he spotted the contorted face that Billy was pointing him to, then he rallied as he met Billy's eye again with a committed grin. Of course he'd cut his friend's head off, if Billy wanted him to.

"Hey!" he called, "Stupid!" Of course, they all turned at looked at him. Stu had to raise his axe, pointing through the crowd into Randy's unseeing eyes. "I meant you, stupid. Let's take you somewhere more fun." Getting one of them isolated hadn't worked out very well so far, when it was so much easier to have a party. Stu could go with the flow.