Zombie Drabble #311 “Game”

There was fresh blood dripping from its mouth, and the haunch of some sort of animal — a deer, probably — in its hand. So far, it hadn’t noticed them.

“How do they catch deer?”

“They’ll surround it, it’ll try to bust out, one of them gets a handful of tail or something and the others rip it to shreds before it can pull free.”

“Could we do that?” She was hungry, and the village was almost out of bullets.

“They get the shit kicked out of them in the process. It’s not like they feel it, but we would.”

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