Zombie Drabble #416 “Divisions”

“Well.” I looked around, but nobody was making eye contact. “Everyone satisfied with how we’ve divvied up the supplies?”

Reese looked pained, said, “I’d’ve thought there were more twenty-two rounds.” Everybody tensed up, looked back and forth between him and me and Big Jim. Reese eventually continued, “But whatever, it’s fine. Let’s just do this.”

The Reeses and the Macauleys and a few of the teenagers were heading West. Selma and I were going North, to see if the cold was an ally.

Big Jim was staying put. “Seems a shame.”

“It’s done.”

“Well,” I echoed, “good luck to you.”

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