Zombie Drabble #156 “Two Ships”

I was going to shoot the zombie when an arrow flew over my shoulder and pierced its left eye. I turned around, and there she stood.


“Sure. I figure, why waste your ammo? Arrows grow on trees,” she laughed.


“So, let’s get a couple things straight: I’m not interested in repopulating the species, and I’m not letting you into my hideout. But you can stay in town if you want.”

“I appreciate that.” It was a shame, too: she was young and pretty. “Just passing through. Seen many people?”

“Not live ones. Not for a couple weeks anyway.”

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