Easter Special; Zombies - Pumpkin Sheepshanks

"Fast forward till payday. 
Consume, recharge, deplete, 
evolve in your sleep."
An old bearded man dressed in a cape sat on a stool reciting poetry in a tent on the top of the hill on a clear blue skied day. Local bands played to a few dozen kids on stages much too big for them. Singers stared scared into the crowd who were too bothered by the heat to care. A delinquint stumbled past an associate who was looking for his girlfriend, who had gone to get some food a half hour ago. The fear in his eyes was plain to see as their relationship was metaphorically like a plane to sea. The delinquint thought this quick enough to consider saying it as a show of wit, such was his susceptibility in reading people he instead mumbled good luck with a face than portrayed sad recognition of the facts.
Wandering through the maze of people, the delinquint vibrated at a frequency mutated by vegatable abuse and mineral malnutrition. he was out of sync with the majority of people here, bar a group of people he was gravitating towards. Dressed differently to the others, and with a slightly paler complection that from afar made them look like they were in a black and white photo cropped in the middle of the technicoloured perception currently presided over by the delinquint.
"Did you get my icecream" David asked.
The Delinquint tried to give a look that conveyed bemusement but given his gormlessness his face failed to change. "Does it look like I got your icecream?" The delinquint stammered.
David looked at him, hurt, and said "You could have eaten it on the way".
A bottle of Robinsons was passed round and the spread of herpes continued. Unbeknown to the group, their combined skankiness cross mutated on the crust surrounding the residue of the rim of the bottle into the worlds first viable zombie strain. Such was their unnattractiveness and lack of sexual appeal, their eventual deaths went by without effecting humanity as a whole. Their lives continued as nothing had happened.