The Walkers: Fantasy

The boots stomped in rhythm specifically designed to be terrifying, a lockstep that echoed through the streets for blocks as people scrambled to be indoors by the time the doors closed to keep out the walkers. Their footsteps heralded death. Sure, they were supposed to be protecting us, but who really trusted that? Nobody, not even those whose family members had left to join the walkers. Some of us, the really brave ones, as we said to ourselves, or the really stupid ones, as our parents said, watched from slightly cracked-open windows high up in the attic as the walkers passed by. What could be so horrible that they were required to protect us from it, we asked. They only walked, they never rested, never paused, never laughed or ate or slept or made love. And it showed. Their arms were bone thin, straws swinging


Inspiration: "Closer to Da Club" by 50 Cent vs NIN.
Story Potential: Medium-high
Finished Length: Probably have to be a novel, though a short story could be made from the kid finding out that yes, the walkers really were necessary.
Notes: Yes, the walkers really are necessary. There's something...important...about the walking, more so than just being on patrol. Think of labyrinth-walking.