Zombie Dribble: To Make Sure

Someone or something is moving on the other side of the fence.  With the sun setting and gloomy skies, I can't tell if it is one of the living or the dead.  If they return, I can use my rifle to make sure.  I just hate to waste a bullet. 

A Savage 110 Snipers Rifle - photo by FrankWilliams, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Zombie Postcard Fiction: What Police?

  "You called the police, right?"
  "Yes, Mom."
  "When will they be here to deal with the dead?"
  "Never."
  ''What?"
  "There are no more police mom."

Badge Photo by Emu125 / CC BY-SA
(https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)

Zombie Postcard Fiction: Meanwhile In Florida

"Bubba, you ain't going to believe this."
"What?"
"Headquarters wants us to tag the zombies?"
"Why?"
"So biologists can see where they go!"
"Screw that..."

Florida Fish and Wildlife Commission Law Enforcement truck and ATV.
Photo by Carol Lyn Parrish / Public domain

Zombie Postcard Fiction: Beans, Beans, Beans

Guns, ammo, and bottled water;  it's all good to have.  But, if I ever go through a zombie apocalypse again, I'm not stockpiling baked beans!

Can of Baked Beans - photo by Linda Spashett Storye book / CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5)

Zombie Bites: Free Beer

I was hanging by the MARTA station like I normally do. I took a piss and got my sign ready. I needed some money for a forty. I heard the train come in and then people come screamin' out of there. Some were bloody. Some were biting people. I got me the hell out of there. Beer is free now---for as long the supply lasts. Say, you got any ice?

Zombie Microfiction: Last Stop Z

One shift selling kicks and one flipping burgers left Leon drained. On his bus, he just put on his Beats, played his list, and napped through a dozen stops. Oblivious to the biters and blood, when the driver made his turn, Leon just pulled the wire for his stop.