OK.
Ummm. OK.
No sleep last night, Let me try and explain what happened.
I hopped in the fern cart, and shot down to the crash site. The headlights provided candle level illumination in the lashing rain. The smell in the air was a chemical one, like dying fireworks. Only when I was closer to the crash site did a rotting, fermented undercurrent infect this scent. A grinning ear of corn spray painted on the side of the ship revealed the contents.
Maybe this was malicious. Ships like these only have two or three crew on board. Their living quarters was the part on fire.
The hull lay open like a yawning mouth. Dozens of heads stuck out of the grain like weevils, munching away. A lot of them were no more than skulls with a grey coating of skin. Some had already been tempted from this Eden of food by the tasty grasses outside, or were maybe thrown by the shock of the impact. One last burning green spark lit up the carrier, giving the invaders long shadows as they staggered towards me.
I messed up. I should have watched from afar, and hoped the blaze finished them off. A fire is easier to deal with than a swarm of parsnipheads. But I made one desperate loop round the ship in an attempt to find survivors, and my wheels made loud sloppy noises in the mud. A couple of the undead turned their heads. That is all they need. You get a few walking one way, and soon they will all follow.
I zig-zagged on my return journey, so I didn’t lead them straight back to the door. A few will find my vegetables trimmings. Some will end up in the glue traps. Any that get through will be funnelled round the walls for a while.
But that ship was over half a mile long. And even that small window inside provided far too many heads to count. They will come together. And they will head this way.
The bar is closed for now. The next week is going to be very busy.
