When the plague first hit we were too stupid and oblivious to know it. We all thought it was the flu. We were wrong. We found that out when the infected started dying. That would have been fine if they’d stayed dead. Unfortunately for us that didn’t happen.
Everyone knew the house on the cliff would be the safest in town, but that was the problem: everyone knew. There are sixty of us crammed in here and very little food to go around. When we run out, I think I’ll be better off taking my chances wandering among the infected.
This story was written for Friday Fictioneers. I’ll be on vacation next week, so I’ll probably miss the fun. I tend not to spend much (if any) time on the internet when I’m on vacation. Also, don’t forget to sign up for my mailing list! You’ll get a Smashwords promo code for a free download of Zombie Tree if you do. Who doesn’t like free?