Zombie Drabble #359 “Who Buries The Gravediggers”

The backhoe ran out of fuel, and we went back to spade and shovel. We worked all day, and the row of corpses didn’t seem to shrink: the orderlies were bringing them out faster than we could get them in the ground and covered and spoken over.

I don’t know at what point I noticed José was sick. By late morning he was so bad I sent him in to see one of the doctors. The three of us remaining went back to digging. Around dusk they brought José back out and added him unceremoniously to the row of corpses.

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