Another zombie shuffled forward with two green cores pressed against what was left of his chest, followed immediately by a woman carrying five in the gathered front of her dress.
I watched them add everything to the growing pile and tried to figure out when the walking dead had learned how to stand in line. Forget the fact that they were bringing gifts to the woman who might or might not qualify as the second coming. The fact that nobody was pushing, biting, or wandering off halfway through the process was almost more disturbing.
"At least the Three Wise Men brought different gifts," I muttered as another green core joined the others.
Lingyun made a strangled sound from behind the collar of his shirt, but I ignored him. It was a legitimate complaint. Gold, frankincense, and myrrh were three completely different things, while my followers had apparently found a bulk sale on green zombie rocks and decided that quantity was more important than variety.
