They stagger out of the darkand toward the farm- house, dull eyes informed by nothing but hunger, hands outstretched. There is no resoning with them, no pleading with them. They will rip the lips off your face, gouge the eyes out of the sockets, pull your guts from your living belly. You will watch yourself eaten by them as you die...andthen, after an all too brief period of darkenss, you too will rise... and search...and feed. -Stephen King
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