Zombie Drabble #37

I mean, it’s nobody’s fault, really. We rested whenever it was safe, though that wasn’t very often. Most of those first few days were spent running, creeping, hiding. But even sitting motionless and silent under those circumstances is stressful.

Chuck was just too out of shape. When he was in the army, he was fit, but when he got out I guess he was sick of all the exercise, wanted to take it easy. Working from home, he got fat. To his credit, he didn’t say anything about chest pains or anything. Just kept running, shooting, until he fell over.

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