So late it was really early I opened the

So late it was really early I opened the window and sucked in the fresh air. The starlight was brighter than usual but it was washed out by the

rare chance to see the constellations rising above the dark sentinels of Manhattan. Her gaze fixed the top of the Empire State where a silhouette moved against the moons face

the crisp shadow of a passing bird skirting across the moon's face as the constellations gleamed above. She looked down at the river below the bridge, seeing the stars diving under

her and that's when she saw them. From the bridge they looked like melted rags and bones. They shifted silently, making odd shapes near the river. They didn't have faces

or hearts or brains. Maybe they were zombies and maybe they weren't, so to be safe she pulled out her shotgun and took aim at every last one. BOOM! Three of the younger ones

escaped her barrage and scurried out into a cornfield. She set down her shotgun and lit a makeshift torch. "Looks like a bad harvest this year." No zombie brats were going to

Want these grungy looking ears of corn missing half the kernels. They were unsellable at the farmers markets. It was a frankenharvest, as the locals called it.

Nobody thought to inspect the shining dust they had been shipped instead of fertilizer. So corn was left to rot in the field, and the next harvest glowed softly in the moonlight,

until the harvest pulled itself from the ground and began walking around, attacking anything that crossed its path. That's why you don't fertilize plants with magic dust.