Short Fiction

Waiting out the Apocalypse

((Today’s Creative Coffee Crawl has been canceled due to apocalypse, otherwise known as Black Friday. No way I venture outside my door on this day.))

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Black Friday. Zombie Apocalypse. One and the same.

A crowd milled around the store’s front entrance. Arms and faces pressed against the glass windows. Hungry. Hungry for sales and blood.

The manager unlocked the doors and announced, “Welcome to Black Friday Sales! See the Great Deals in our flyer!”

He suffered 25 percent off when an eager customer ripped his head off. Another woman took off an additional 10 percent by ripping off his arm. She strolled to the electronics section, eating the meat from the bone. Better than left-over turkey.

The crowds were hell. And it was only 5 am.