Zombie Chickens, F.A. #1

At 2:00 AM it was still unbearably hot and humid inside the chicken-house. The acrid stench of the chicken litter irritated Jose�s eyes and throat, but the sheer number of dead birds trumped his discomfort.

�Fernando,� Jose said as he carefully stepped around the lifeless bodies, �what could kill over 40,000 chickens in an hour?�

�Disease, heat?� Fernando guessed.

From the front of the long, long building, a rustling grabbed their attention. Surprised, they watched as the dead chickens stumbled to their feet and turned and faced them.

�The back door�s locked,� Jose whispered fearfully as more chickens rose up.