Zombie Drabble #155 “Secrets”

When the rest were fighting, or running, I hid. I was paralyzed with fear. George, Wendy, the mailman, the kids from next door: I heard them all die, ripped apart by those things. I heard Mr. Singh empty his shotgun before they got into his place and finished him off.

I hid, and I listened, and I’m not sorry. I’m not. If I’d have come out, if I’d have tried to help, if I’d even made a sound, I’d be dead too. Anyway, there’s no one left to judge me.

Sooner or later, rescue will come, and they’ll never know.

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