Zombie Drabble #123 “Drummer, Retired.”

He crept slowly along the hallway, letting his weight settle gradually to avoid making the floorboards creak. The doors on either side hid rooms still occupied, just not by the living. Once they had been the apartments of his neighbors.

When he reached his door, he turned the knob carefully, so that there would be no click or squeak. The small oil can was ready in his pocket just in case. He stole into his own apartment like a practiced thief.

There was plenty of food collected in his place, nearly a year’s supply now. He would eat it quietly.

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