Zombie

There are limbs everywhere.
And flies.
The smell of decay, a foot, a head – hanging.
I try to fit in with them, go undercover, move like them, speak their jargon.
Ignore the smells.

I can’t, they know! A hand grabs me – my shoulder – pulls me by the shirt. I’m going… she will feast tonight because of me. But she’s just an innocent old woman? She could be my grandmother! She wouldn’t – couldn’t – hurt me!

Alas, she’s already in the game, she’s got me now, I’m done for.

I give in, lethargy soaks my limbs.

And all just for morning price.

Yawn

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