Zombie Drabble #165 “The Times, They Are A-Changin’.”

Ran into another group of survivors. Didn’t even try to talk this time, they just started shooting. In the first days, when you met up with someone you were glad: another pair of eyes to stand watch, arms to build barriers, maybe another gun. Now I guess all people see is another mouth to feed.

Doesn’t matter. They didn’t know what they were doing. They didn’t even try to make it to cover, they just opened up. Second squad picked them off while we hid behind an overturned bus. Gained more ammo than we lost.

Overall, not a bad day.

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