Drabble 202

Finished 6:22. I may need to change the day changeover for this thing to 7am. Nocturnal and all.

 

A group of survivors were moving through the woods, the zombie horde shuffling along after them. It was hardly the most appropriate time for one to stop and answer the call of nature, but apparently it had been too much effort to use the bathroom before leaving the shelter. He probably should have done, though, since just as soon as he had his trousers around his ankles a zombie shambled out of the trees. Attempting to run with your trousers down never ends well, and the survivor immediately found himself face-first in the dirt, with a zombie on his back.