Through my severely impaired vision I glimpse a zombie as it shambles forward on a collision course with me; another empty shell of what had once been a human being; dressed in shredded rags of clothes, head bowed as if the effort of thinking, even existing, was too much for the remnants of its mind. I know I must put all empathy for the pitiful creature aside, and do what has to be done. I feel my white cane's cold metal in my grip.
"WAKE UP AND TAKE THAT PHONE OUT OF YOUR FACE!" I shout.
"Sorry!" mumbles the zombie.
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Assorted Drabbles
RandomDrabbles are stories exactly 100 words long. Here is a collection of the ones I've submitted to contests run by the official Wattpad Dystopian and Apocalypse profile.
