Zombie Drabble #242 “New Pitcairn”

“It’s small.” Prince watched the island through the binoculars.

“At least four miles square, big enough. If we’re lucky there’s fruit-bearing trees. Looks like there might be. Coconuts, maybe.”

“Fantastic.” He didn’t sound enthused.

“Plus we have seeds to plant. And with the boats rigged for sail…”

“…we’ll get by. Sure.”


“I dunno. I’m just not thrilled with the lack of available women. Twenty-seven of us, eight of them… and Mrs. Reed is old.”


“There’ll be fights. You wait.”

“We’ll deal with that when it happens. Right now, I just want to get us back on dry land.”

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