“Beautiful, ain’t it Chris?” Sean said, rifle in hand as he stopped his horse at the waterfall.

It had been ten years since the zombie apocalypse had taken over the world, and very few of us were still surviving. I had been one of the lucky. Sean and I had gone to junior high together, then we left together running from our friends who turned into undead monsters. We had taken shelter together, formed allies together, starved together, we were thick as brothers.

“Yeah, really,” I gasped out, looking at the magnificent waterfall. Sean told me he had gone on an expedition the other day for food and found a waterfall, but I never expected this. It was large, taller than a building for sure. The water sprayed on me like a fog machine, but the cool air and moisture cooled me down from the heat.

“Rare to find something this beau—…What the hell is that.” Our horses slowly backed up, we could feel them freaking out. The floor had began rumbling, not like an earthquake though. This was…bigger.

“Calm down, Kiri.” I patted my horse, trying to calm her down.

“Dead,” Sean said, reloading his rifle quickly after noticing it was unloaded.

“What?”

“It’s damn dead!” He pointed at the lake at the bottom of the waterfall, where grey and ugly blue hands were reaching out, but they didn’t look like my usual zombies. These had water plants growing outside their ears, mouths, and every hole in the body. Their eyes were yellow with a slim pupil, like a corcodile’s. Sean took a shot at one, but it just weaved through the water more agilely than I ever could.

“Get away from the water!” I called, and both our horses ran thirty yards away. We turned back, seeing as the water-deads tried climbing up to land, but immediately were pruned and decomposed upon touch.

“They can’t touch land,” Sean examined.

“Let’s go back to the base bro. I don’t like this place.”

“You can tell me that again,” Sean said as he turned his horse around and we began riding back through the forest, going back to the camp.