The cat chattered, clacking her teeth, fur rising.
His gut clenched.
‘Elsie, come away,’ Fear made his song-song tone brittle. He half-crouched toward the window.
Elsie smacked the glass with a velvet paw.
‘Come here, sweetie.’
She chirped once, then hopped down from the windowsill.
He cradled her against his chest. Her purrs were so loud, he could almost ignore the moans of the shuffling horde outside.
It wasn’t easy to have a housecat in the zombie apocalypse.
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Another microfiction I posted to Mastodon (and therefore limited to 500 characters).
‘No! NO! Bad boy. No biting!’
She hauled it off her cowering apprentice.
The apprentice shuddered. ‘I don’t think I’m ready yet.’
‘Nonsense. You just need to take a firm hand with it. Oh, and give it something to chew.’ She produced a strip of dried meat from the folds of her blood-crusted robes. ‘Here boy! Want some jerky?’
The beast’s mouth lolled — she popped the jerky inside and patted his bald, flaking head.
‘See? He’s a good zombie, really.’… Read more