She was perched on the tile roof of the three-story building, having climbed carefully up early from her dorm room window that morning. A lot of kids had gone home for the weekend, so the campus had been deserted. She hadn’t seen a living student since late Monday.
Occasionally a zombie would wander out into the quad and she would carefully take her shot. There were already at least thirty bodies lying motionless in the grass or on the pebble walkways.
She hadn’t missed once. And to think she had joined the shooting team to be close to a boy.