Zombie – A 100 Word Story

Hush. Do not say another word.

You stand out. You are not dressed like them – no suit, no power tie, no flag pin. They swarm downtown during the day. Nighttime is safer; they shelter in their homes.

I can pass among them. I can rattle off last week’s scores and the contestants on the reality TV shows. You have to talk in soundbites, not analysis. Are you stupid? They will eat your brain if they notice you.

Damn. My co-workers. Follow my lead.

Bobby! Yeah, shame about last night. We were just talking about who got voted off, right?

Right?

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