Zombie Drabble #221 “A Gut Feeling”



“Someone’s at the front door.”

“It’s three in the morning. Go back to sleep.”

“They’ve been knocking for five minutes now. Go tell them to go away.”

John strained to hear, and instead of a fast series of sharp knocks, he heard a dull thud, followed by a pause, followed by another, followed by another pause, and so on.

“Go tell them to go away.”

He got out of bed and, instead of heading for the door, went to the closet for the shotgun. He saw concern on her face, so he shrugged and said, “Just in case.”

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