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Heat Zombies

Or the road crews, just standing there, staring at you as you drove by, no doubt contemplating the sapidity of your brains. You'd realize they had made the transition, you'd see the vacant eyes and the drool and the discolored skin. Your heart would leap into your throat and you'd want to step on the gas, but you couldn't. You were forced to a crawl as traffic squeezed through the coned-off lane.