He rolls over, sticks his head out over the edge, peers down into the darkness, lets his eyes adjust. The undead file past in groups of five, thirteen, forty-two. They don't notice him; all they see or smell is the distant fire that used to be San Antonio. They are drawn to the light, at least while the sun is down. He wonders if they will walk directly into the flames once they arrive. Maybe that was the idea. Maybe it was intentional.
He rolls back over, closes his eyes. He should sleep now, while he can, while he's safe.
I would sleep with one eye open too if the undead were filing past where I was sleeping!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely! :-)
DeleteI can imagine that sleep is a precious luxury during Zombie Wars.
ReplyDeleteI think probably everything normal is a luxury then. :-)
DeleteAhhh, the fear of zombies is very similar to my fear of my 4yo coming into my bedroom at 4am deciding she is awake and everyone must get up now!!
ReplyDelete4yos do also tend to bite, as I recall. :-)
DeleteOh my gosh, this is terrifying!
ReplyDeleteThank you! :-)
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