The Last Zombie
The zombie had been walking for days. Perhaps walking wasn’t the correct term. Shuffling or lurching was more accurate. He was dimly conscious of a tiredness as he moved. He barely lifted his feet anymore. When the catastrophe, the ‘zombie apocalypse’ had occurred, when he had been stricken after his own attack, he had moved much more quickly. But that had been months ago, and victims had been more plentiful, and there had been more food, and more energy. But now mankind had learned to cope...