Zombie Drabble #414 “Cashmere Slumbers”

A hand shook her shoulder and a whisper hissed in her ear: “Wake up!”

“Leave me alone. Sleeping.” It had been a late night. The scouts had brought back bottles from a liquor store stockroom: the good stuff, overlooked when the place had been looted months before. She hadn’t meant to drink so  much, but it had been so long… “Go away.”

“You have to get up right now, they’ve broken through the fence. We’ve got to get to the trucks. Come on.”

She raised her head from the pillow: outside, muffled, there was gunfire and yelling. “It’s not fair.”

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