Zombie Drabble #341 “The Short Goodbye”

She felt sicker than she ever had before, and stayed in bed; the children would have to fend for themselves. She’d left a message for her mother, but so far she hadn’t called back.

A passing ambulance woke her momentarily sometime in the afternoon, and she thought, maybe it’s for me, but the siren waned and disappeared.

As darkness fell she was in intense stomach pain, without the strength to get up, the bed soiled with vomit and filth. She cried out in desperation for the children to go, to run away, to find Grandma, but there was no answer.

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