“I suppose not.”
“Normally, it's not a problem. Human eyesight isn't designed to see them and human brains are designed to ignore them but with zombies it's a different kettle of fish.”
“Or bucket of brains.”
“Exactly. Humans have become collectively aware of zombies in a way that they never were for, say, vampires or weres. They almost expect them to come shambling--”
“Indeed, around the corner.” Jasfoup shrugged. “I blame the collective unconscious. The prepare for the eventuality without actually believing they exist, so when they do exist, they see them.”
“Better to blame media. Popular awareness made feasible by telecommunications.”
“Too right. None of this would have happened in the good old days. Best you got then was a mad old priest shouting 'The dead are rising.”
“And were they?”
“Only in isolated villages where we could watch the ensuing violence with a bowl of popsprouts.”
“A bowl of what?”
“Corn hadn't been discovered by Christendom. What can I say?”
They arrived at the door and he rang the bell. It was answered by a pasty-faced spotty post-teen sporting a Batman shirt and a scrubby beard. “Yeah?”
“Good morning.” Jasfoup gave the youth a bright smile. “We're collecting for All Souls.”
His voice sounded a little different. Higher. Bubblier. It sounded like he'd taken a bucket of Viagra and was looking for some de-straightenening assistance. Harold looked at his friend. The business suit had gone, replaced by a two-piece option in a skirt.
Wait. A skirt?
Harold looked again, willing away the Sight. Not something he was generally willing to do, if he was honest. It had taken him a long while to develop the Sight as a natural extension of his usual visible spectrum and it had become a hard habit to break. Jasfoup's true form, for example, was visible at around 1016 Hz (which was close to X-ray and could be quite disturbing at times) while non eloi – imps and devils, some spirits and other Denizens – were visible only at the low end of the visible spectrum, closer to red at 1012 Hz. In the tiny part of the spectrum visible only to humans, Jasfoup had become a well-endowed woman barely out of her teens.
“Fund raising, eh?” Eddie Hislip's smile was a millimeter short of a leer. “I think I could give you a deposit.”