Zombie Drabble #394 "Remains Of The Day"

"About forty-five minutes left until sundown. Who's got the map?"

The group found tree stumps and rocks and patches of dry grass to sit on while Violet and Horace looked at the old county map.

"If we go West on 12 there's a school…"

"Too close to the middle of town. What about East?"

"Residential. Parks. Woods. The highway again."

Violet looked around: no one had laid down. "We keep going North."

"In the dark?" Horace shook his head. "That's how Maines and that little girl got bit. What was her name?"

"Becky," Violet said, evenly. "Her name was Becky."

6 comments:

  1. Very nice - I love the unstated, at the end. Very well done.

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  2. Dude! What happened? You were the 9th entry this week, not the first? Has the universe gone all wonky on me?

    Ah, but seriously. Beautifully compact dialogue here.

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