Zombie Drabble #246 “Evidence of Things Not Seen”

The priest’s voice was hoarse but unrelenting. “This scourge of the dead is the Almighty God’s punishment for mankind’s unrepentant wickedness. It is only through our faith that we shall be delivered. Come, all those who love and fear God, let us pray for salvation.”

Reggie’s mother’s eyes were squeezed tight as she whispered the lords prayer to herself, over and over. She hadn’t let go of his hand in hours. Reggie mouthed the words, but his attention was on the boarded-over doors as they creaked and bulged from the weight of the hungry dead pushing on it from outside.

Zombie Drabble #245 “Richard and Alice”

She was sitting on the wall, watching the road for him, when he appeared. He was alone, which was disappointing, but not unexpected; but he was cleaner than he should be, given the time he had been gone.

She called out, “Found someone?”

“A village, three days north. Maybe a hundred people. Larry Pell is there.”

Moments later, she met him at the gate. “Larry, from your work?”


“Is he still fat?”

He laughed. “Thinner than me. And more serious than before.”

She kissed him, and held tight as if to keep from falling over. “I know the feeling.”