I have seen and done some weird stuff in my days as part of my particular line of business. A few years ago I would have even been tempted to think that I had seen it all. These days I would not think that, and would never be tempted again. I have seen the weirdest shit since the Zombie infection. Not just that the undead are walking the earth, but the way the Zombies act are not what I expected. Of course I have seen the Zombie movies and had the stereotypes that same as anyone else, but it is the little things that I notice now. There can be a mob on undead in the street and they will respond to a Horn and move aside, but you can scream at one and it not even notice in any way. They ignore most everything, but some people can get them to respond. The brothers have that gift. They seem to understand the undead like some freaking Zombie Whisperers. The brother at the strip club handles the Zombie dancers like a Shepard. I need to have more people with these skills.
I moved my Nephew to the strip club. I know it sounds like a bad idea, but he has picked up all be can from the Dry Cleaners and Restaurant and impressed me, as much as he can impress me, the dumbass. It was time to move him to a new location. He was able to move the Zombies along the assembly line setup the older brother had designed and even was able to show me some of the tricks to controlling them. I don’t need to use them, but it is good to know it is not some magic and even a dumbass can learn them with a little time and a good instructor. You might think I am harsh, but this kid is going to be trouble. I can tell. There are some people that you know you will eventually have to put down, like a rabid dog. My nephew is one of them. I do not know when, but someday he will screw up to the point that he will have to be taken care of. I just wait, so when it does happen my sister will understand and be able to get over it.
