When it comes to Maberry and dark tales I always am satisfied with his stories. This one is short and you can’t find any faults in it, no word wasted and keeps you thinking afterwards. Fences, Walls people build them to divide and protect you have The Wall of China, London wall, Berlin wall and wall in Israel to name a few and now you have a fence in this story to protect from the death.
“Why? Are they in pain?
Is it some kind of weird-ass hunting cry?
Are they trying to communicate in the only way they know how?”
“The dead moaned.
The wind from Hell breathed out through the mouths of the hungry dead.”