Jim looked at his weathered hands and studied them as the ferris wheel turned behind him.  Three rotations and he would stop it.  He’d been doing the same thing for years and years – the motions were engraved into his brain.  He pushed the red button and the ride slowed to a stop.  Children jumped out of their balloons and ran across the path to the cotton candy stand, waited for their parents to meet them with money.

            The man in the cotton candy stand – if you could call the undead men and women – stared down at the children.  Once he got the order to make a cone of wispy sugar he would turn around and start, then accept money for it.  It was all he knew, as part of the rehabilitation program.  His brain had been rewired so any remaining electrical activity stimulated the mechanical and movement part of his brain instead of the bloodthirsty cannibal part.

            Jim stared as guests loaded themselves onto the ride.  He watched as the zombie looked down at the child with a dollar bill clutched in his chubby fist, saw the glint in his eye.  He watched as the child handed over his money and gripped the bottom of the cone.  He watched as the zombie, in a flash, sank his teeth into the child’s fist, pulling back quickly and ferociously.  He watched as blood pooled on the counter, and he was the only one who saw.  But everyone heard the screams.