The sun's rays turned to arms, streching to the other side of the horizon, like the lines of longitude on a globe. They grasped the edge of day, pulling to reveal a starless night sky. They pulled the day into the sun turning it into the moon. This happened once more. The day had returned and zombies coated in the night aroze from the grain, just like the deer had, and staggered over to me. Before they reached me, the sun once more pulled the night into itself and the eye of a zombie glistened.