At least it wasn’t the ferris wheel. That had been the first thought that had crossed Wyatt’s mind when they trekked their way into the park. A circular ride filled with creepy painted animals he could handle, but the ferris wheel was a whole different beast. Too many bad memories connected to rides as a kid. He wasn’t that fond of heights to begin with.
He had thrown himself into a slouch on one of the little sleigh seats that peppered that platform of the ride, between the animals on their poles, and had already downed half the beer he had in his hand. “Could poke ‘round in there.” He threw a hand towards the center of the ride, where he expected the components were. “But there ain’t any power runnin’ this way. We’d need a generator to get it goin’.” That would be too much effort for something that wasn’t all that useful. Unless they could figure a way to kill zombies with it.
“‘Sides, the spinning and the beer, don’t sound like much of a good combination.” Wyatt cranked his head around to get a better look at Nate, one side of his mouth quirked. “‘Less you’re gonna clean it all up afterward.” So long as he didn’t end up having to climb the damn ferris wheel he’d really be up for anything. Kaplan wasn’t around, so climbing probably wasn’t on the table. “The noise would attract some friends too.” There wasn’t any way Wyatt was going to let himself get eaten on a carousel, so he was just fine with the thing staying silent and motionless.