Outside of the light we know the bodies are beginning to wake up and it'll only be a matter of time before they spot us. You know when you've been spotted - they scream, well they try to. I imagine it must be quite hard to make any sound when your vocal chords are so decayed.
They still manage to let out this guttural hissing cry that draws all the others in to surround our little pack of survivors. We've taken to cutting their throats during the day,when they're all back in their deathlike stasis and we're safe to roam about well-lit areas.
We found they don't seem to sleep at all if it's dark enough.
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