My walk laboured, and all about me snow leaping and settling on undisturbed ground, I paused for a moment, and happened upon a chance encounter with a zombie. It was in rather remarkable condition, with visible limbs still attached, which later I reasoned the cold temperatures being responsible for. I shivered, and caught it's eyeless glare. Slightly unnerved, but high of seasonal spirits, I stepped up to it. Barely taller than I, it's face shrouded with peeling skin, and snow, there was something within I recognized. I was unable at first glance to discern actual identity, but was left thinking this was someone I knew well the features of. Perhaps my scarf was a bit tight again, but I hadn't blacked out in hours, and I still had a pulse. It was a nice pulse.
We stood there, I imagining it's sockets looking at me, and perhaps wondering, and well... it just sort of remained as it did when I stumbled upon it moments earlier. It seemed nice enough, not having killed me or anything, so I began a conversation. 'Rather nice day, except for the blizzard, and freezing temperatures' I began. It remained unmoving, gaze, undisturbed. I thought perhaps the topic, weather, was not to it's liking. So, are you into ferret ranching? I asked innocently. I almost interpretted it's swaying stance as a response, but then soon realized the wind had renewed it's vigour. I returned to the weather. 'What about that wind chill factor. Freezes exposed flesh in a matter of minutes.' I knew I had said the wrong thing right as my breath dissipated before my eyes. His gaze cast downward, he grunted sadly, and trudged away. I had insulted him. Left to my own thoughts, I soon realized my neck was numb and my feet were frozen to the ground. And my spine was itchy.