[Lawtan]

Umm, well;

So he lands and goes to visit with this guy that he can see working on a fence, and the guy starts warning him about the zombies that come out at night and try to lure humans out of their homes so they can infect them. And the visitor doesn't believe it, but he's curious about these things that sound like crying babies and all kinds of things you'd wanna help, so he agrees to stay for the night.

As I walked along the graveled path under the dome, I spotted a gruff fellow utilizing his arm-hammer to repair a broken fence. At last! Here was one whose grin did not cause my stomach to churn. Eager to meet with the rather normal fellow, I hailed to him. "Good sir," I called out, "What may I ask is your name? I am _______ from the outer planets and would appreciate the direction of one of clear mind. I dare say that the rest of the town is-"

"-Leave here. If you know what's best for you. This space=port is abandoned by God and Sense alike."

"But, sir, I am curious-"

"Curious of what? Of hearing the voices of neighbors crying for help at night? Of seeing your rival become a blissed bum during the day? Take your curiosity back to your ship, and get out."

"...It will take all afternoon to restock my ship, sir."

"I suggest you lodge with us until the morn, then. However, remember, you may not open any doors after sundown."

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That night, as the wind danced across the metal panels like the undulating bot fly under one's skin, I shivered. No fire and no light was permitted in the house after dark, and all were locked into their respective rooms.

Then, I heard a scratching...a knocking. I strained my ears and heard an inaudible whisper, hoarse and choked. With further effort, I heard from the other side of my window, a lady's voice. "...eellp...mee..." it said. A moan from the other side of the house sounded. A whistling song poured in from another corner of the house. With its "Eh-ouh-eeee-um" and the moaning "Drrauggh" I again heard a louder whisper, "Hheeellp meeeh...".

There was a pounding sound, and the hungry cries of some child. All wore on and blended together into a symphony of discomfort. I began to feel tired, and wrapped my pillow-headset around my head. The sound did not cease...

That was what I meant. It was not really meant as criticism...more among the lines of "if you wanted to improve on the story...make it more of a short story...