Zombie Refugees

“You’re damn right I want to talk about this.” Joe was a seething cauldron of crankiness. “You ever been in the bush with nothing but a Colt pistol and a machete between you and a million undead Viet Cong?”


“Have you, boy?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“You’re saying Vietnam was about zombies?”

“I’m saying there’s a lot you don’t know about zombies. Fact, it was only a matter of time till they came to America.”

“You knew this was going to happen?”

“Why do you think I’m still alive?”

“So what’s with getting to DC all of a sudden?”

“Strength in numbers. I got some buddies in Congress that were there too. They know what’s going on. They’ll have shelter, connections. We’ll get the Marines involved—”

“If your friends are still alive,” I added.

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

“What about Nicole? Would you risk her life too?”

“Look son, unless you’ve got a better idea…” He was interrupted by a scream from his wife. The car was surrounded.

The End

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