Zombie Drabble #139 “Finals Week”

“What about that one?” He pointed at a zombie: naked, all leathery skin and protruding bones, tottering slowly down the street towards them.

“Been exposed, couple years. Hasn’t had anything to eat in a long time.”

“Take it.”

The girl squeezed the trigger, and the bolt flew over the broken asphalt and struck the skeletal zombie in the forehead. She watched, transfixed, as it collapsed.

“What should you be doing right now?” He said, testily.

“Sorry!” she quickly loaded the crossbow.

“Good. Don’t forget next time; load right after shooting, no matter what.”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Okay. What about that one?”

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