(Revised and Updated 2015) A short story about a woman who risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to keep the Thanksgiving tradition alive.
5 out of 5 stars: Keeping hope alive.
4 out of 5 stars: Wonderful story of giving and hope.
She scanned left and right, nothing, still zombie free. She moved to her right and made her way towards the hallway that ran by the gym, she turned into it when she reached it.
She was hoping the zombies were still shuffling forward, and hadn’t turned around.
She was in luck.
The three zombies had now horded together, and were working their way towards the end of the hall with their backs to her.
She flipped the safety off of the gun, and moved with a silent ease up the hallway, slipping the knife into her back pocket while she walked. Her nerves tightened, heart pounded, as she gripped the gun with both hands, and lifted it up to fire.
Out of a classroom on the right, a door opened. A fourth zombie, one she hadn’t seen before, shambled out towards her. He was still dressed in his bus driver uniform, most of his head and face destroyed, drooling maggot-filled saliva.