Good god. I don't know which way is up at the moment because I'm trying to remember as much as possible. Small details are already gone because of the way I woke up and didn't get to write about it in my notebook beside the bed, but I do remember there being a lot of snow, trucks, screaming and being forced to watch as a zombie was slowly dissolved. When there's nothing left but a screaming skeleton in the basement, being given something that looks like one of those cuticle trimmers in a manicure set and told to sever it's spinal column.
That's what I get for trying to work out details on my zombie ficathon story as I go to sleep!