Having your home slowly invaded by the undead isn't as threatening as you might think, especially when they're bogged down by a dense layer of snow and summer rotted them real nicely. Yes, summer had been a rough few months with little food and lots of sturdy planks nailed to the windows but winter was looking to be the best season of them all.
For starters it was safe enough to remove the planks from the upper windows and reuse them as firewood. Sure a few skeletal arms would sluggishly bat at the glass or break through the bathroom fan and dangle uselessly about the place but both were fairly straightforward to deal with.
The worst of it would be the spring thaw, melting frozen blood and freeing up the sinew to seize the day again. Even if there was enough rain to half drown the place, the fresher ones could float and the older ones would happily wait at the bottom of cloudy water, lashing out at anything that moved.
Next summer might be the worst one yet if winter kills enough on its own.
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