Zombie Drabble #7

Don't think, play it out just like an exercise. This is what he was trained for, sort of. Fly to these coordinates, set up your target, arm the weapon, wait for release authority. Below him, somewhere on a dark plain, is a lurching mass of half a million zombies. No living people left anywhere near, no chance. How they can tell that from space isn't his place to ask. Heat signatures, probably. Satellite intel is really good now. The radio squawks, and weapon away! The bomb isn't all that big; there'll be plenty of Oklahoma left after the flash fades.

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