By Thomas D’Agostino
Imagine having a splendid picnic on the grass of the town common. Daily life is rolling by and the usual wildlife is busy with their own affairs. Suddenly, a hand juts up from the earth, followed by another. Within moments, rotting corpses are emerging from the ground all around. Sounds like a scene from a zombie apocalypse movie but if it were to be, the best candidate for that scene would be the Worcester Common.