The Undead slowly opened his eyes and his brain still wasn't fully comprehending the scene before him.
His body was suspended, his feet dangling in the air, and across from him on the rack hung row upon row of Undead, creating a rather horrifying scene.
"Damn, what's happening!"
As the first Undead woke up and let out a cry of alarm, a succession of voices followed from the mechanical racks.
"What's going on?"
"Weren't we in a raid? My cabbages should be ready to harvest again by now!"
"Is this a bug?"
It had to be a bug; there was no other explanation for why they would suddenly find themselves in another place, suspended from racks, just like rows of ducks hung by their butts in a roasting oven.
The Undead struggled tentatively, and somewhat surprisingly, the strange machinery didn't bind them too tightly. With a light shake, they easily gained their freedom.
And at the moment of their liberation, gravity suddenly yanked them down to the ground.
"Ouch"
"Fuck!"
