Whiskey – A 100 Word Story


“Aw, hell. Zombies.”

Professor Heath laughed from across the bar.

“No, they’re whiskey sours.”

He drank his, then poured more gunpowder into his shotgun shells. Nicole poured another round of whiskey, then passed out rounds for our pistols.

“I thought,” she said, “Romero’s zombie movies were a commentary on the mindless nature of modern American society.”

“What, nihilism?” I snorted. “It’s all mindless and will eat you in the end?”

The Professor stood and smiled.

“There is only one effective response to both nihilism and the undead.”

He took aim through the boards on the window and fired.

“Decisive action.”

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