Adjustment Period
A Sad Tale for the "Microfiction Magic" Challenge
The "Zombie Apocalypse" had been far less traumatic than Hollywood had anticipated. No brains were being eaten. The "undead" simply walked silently among the living and did their part.
Three days after The Event, Dale was working among a mixed crowd, helping free survivors and non-survivors from the wreckage caused by the initial havoc. After attempting to free a squirming female crushed under a car wheel, he called out, “Can I get a hand over here?”
Covering his head against the hail of incoming, grisly projectiles, Dale suddenly realized some adjustments would need to be made.
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About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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