As you and Yount stand back-to-back in the dugout, he says, “It’s quiet out here... Too quiet.” Maybe ten player/zombies are shuffling around the field. It doesn’t seem that they notice your presence. A ghastly growl from near home plate changes that. A creature that may have once been Dale Sveum has looked up from the umpire he was gnawing on, and is staring at you. As you inch toward him, bats raised, an undead falls from the dugout roof above, landing on Yount. Then another, and another.
You want to help, but dozens more flood down, and he is engulfed. From the field, zombie-Ron Robinson nears, with a streaming wall of undead behind him as they fill the field from all sides. You throw the bat at the ginger ghoul, the glass catches his chest and sticks, tearing the skin off with his shirt as it falls. He seems to smile as he continues at you. He is only feet away when a hand bursts through his chest, then his head, then he disappears in a mist of blood and bodies as the mass behind him rips through him, and a hundred hands and mouths tear off your flesh.
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