White trash zombies.
There was a ruckus coming from the single wide trailer next door. Edgar said, “Shit Betty they're at it again.”
“Yeah? Well don't talk to me abut it, I am busy, Jerry's on!”
Edgar mumbled something as he looked out the window at the single next door. He could see the shadows of movement and the noise was just getting worse.
This kind of crap happens when the checks get in. The whole park gets loud on the 1st and 15th of every month.
Everybody gets liquored up and gets rowdy.
But the zombies next door just creped him out.