drabble. Zombie poo.
The undead were everywhere. They herded carts outside the grocer's and the shopping mall. They made burgers at McDibby's and BurgerNow, delivered newspapers, and did a hundred or so other low-wage jobs; jobs that became no-wage jobs because, afterall, what living expenses does a zombie need to pay? They were the slave class that would never free itself. Chloe couldn't stand them. The shambling masses, the way they drooled, shat (it wasn't fair. Movies never mentioned that zombie digestive tracts were like those of drink and wet dolls!), oozed pus and maggots from their sores if you didn't keep up with them, the way they stank like old meat going rancid- they made her want to barf. And you couldn't escape them.
Since the domestication of zombies some 15 years prior, it had been illegal to hunt and kill zombies, with the exception of nuisances and strays (which were getting more violent, and fast with every passing generation…. Evolving.
Since the domestication of zombies some 15 years prior, it had been illegal to hunt and kill zombies, with the exception of nuisances and strays (which were getting more violent, and fast with every passing generation…. Evolving.