Drabble 191

Finished 5:59.

 

The zombie hoard shuffled through the streets, not so much searching for fresh food as kind of hoping that they would stumble upon it or, as was far more likely in these situations, that fresh food would do something pathetically stupid to gain their attention. And in true human fashion, the instant two survivors came into contact with one another the stupid reached critical mass and within five minutes several car alarms had been set off, though nobody knew or particularly cared how; they were only interested in chasing down the survivors, and the survivors were only interested in fleeing.