I went past a set of steps and an adult zombie came up and tried to kill me.
When he failed, three kids came pouring out of the stairway like it was some kind of holding pen for preteen monsters.
They were followed by another adult zombie.
I’ve occasionally wondered if zombies were gendered but have given up trying to ask questions about this place.
(Today at least.)
But either way — and yes, this is my own culture talking — it’s some cruddy parenting sending kids up the steps to face an armed miner when the adults can’t handle me.