Zombie Drabble #400 "The Finals"

There were ten of them, until there were eight, and a while later, five. When they were five they came down-river; carefully, slowly, silently, because they had learned. Five came through Mount Hope, Goddard. Five went to the Witchita Airport to see if they could find a fueled plane and then there were only two.

"What now?" It was a whisper, face pressed against a black tar roof.

"Wait."

"They'll just go away?"

"Eventually."

"It gets hot this time of year. Dawn soon."

"We wait." He closed his eyes. "Until they thin out. Then we make a break for it."