Day Tripper

[will write for beer]

He’d spent the past week working his way back to the city: traveling by day, hiding by night. The day still belonged to the living. The night, however, belonged to the plague.

Earlier that afternoon, the outskirts of the city had finally come into view. Although he knew he shouldn’t approach this close to sundown, he found himself moving forward, sliding from shadow to shadow.

It occurred to him that things once seen could not be unseen. Still, he had to know.

He soon learned there were things far worse than the plague. There were nails. And bone. And teeth.

[Varda]

Excellent, nice and dramatic. I especially appreciate the short, punchy sentences at the end.

[Cymraeg]

The night, however, belonged to the plague.

My favorite line. Good drabble!

[will write for beer]

grassyass.

[Scattercat]

After two years in the slushpile, I have an undying (Har!) hatred of zombies.

But I like this drabble.

[will write for beer]

Coming from you, scattercat, that means a lot. Thx!