Zombie Drabble #107 “Party Games”

“How about that one?” Cyrus pointed. Amidst the sea of zombies in the parking lot, there was one that had been a skinny woman with dirty blonde hair. “The girl in the white tee. Can you hit her?”

Roy sniffed. “Probably. Yeah, I can probably hit her.” He took a moment, then wound up and threw. The balloon arced out and down and struck her in the shoulder, breaking apart with a splash. The zombie stumbled and moaned, seemingly annoyed.

They laughed. Then, Cyrus said plaintively, “I wish we still had gasoline.”

Roy nodded, thinking back to the fires. “Yeah.”

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