Zombie Drabble Flash Fiction: The Apocalypse Deal

"If you feed me every Saturday, I'll provide you with a steady stream of ammunition and supplies.  Then, at harvest, I take half your crop."

"That's an interesting offer," the gardener said looking up from his tomatoes.

The smug man in the polo shirt and khakis seemed satisfied.  He'd get a meal today.  He relaxed and stole a glance at his gold Rolex.


"I have an alternative deal for you," the gardener offered.  "You see that compost pile over there?"

"Yes," the businessman replied.  "I certainly do."

"If you spread it across this field," the gardener said.  "You eat today."

Photo by southernfoodwaysalliance] / CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)

Zombie Nanofiction - The Hand

THE HAND

Something dead was in the middle of the street. It had attracted a whole murder of hungry crows. They were pecking at it, screeching at each other, and fighting over it. It was a human hand. I looked around for a human. But, no one I saw fit that description anymore.

I fought back my bile. I didn't tell anyone. Karen was driving. Vijay was in back desperately trying to stop Charan's bleeding. I kept my finger indexed along the slide. I kept my muzzle pointed down. We needed to reach the hospital. If there still was one. 

A murder of crows - Photo By liz west from Boxborough, MA (murder of crows) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons