Well folks, this may be the end for me. They’re beating down the door. John’s already been bitten. I’ve only got two shotgun shells left and the machete. They’re about to break down the door as I furiously type this last message. Whoever finds this…don’t take my stuff.

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The pounding has stopped. Could it be? Could I be saved? I’m crawling over to the window, I’ll keep the laptop close.

Yes, the zombies have stopped! They’re gathering around the apartment. I can see them gathering in the parking lot and beyond. There’s hundreds of them, no doubt thousands, maybe even millions! Zombies everywhere, for as far as the eye can see! They are lined up, about arm length from each other. What are they doing?

They’re dancing! It takes me a minute and then I recognize it. It’s Thriller!

The zombies shuffle and dance quite elegantly. They contort and sway perhaps on par with the legendary Michael Jackson himself. I am watching this in disbelief, how can this be? Was the zombie apocalypse purely so the zombies could make the biggest flash mob ever?

I watch and wait and just as my computer clock hits twelve midnight, the zombies finish the song, fidget a little as if waiting for applause that doesn’t come, and then begin to shuffle away into the night. A moment later the door opens and John walks in, once again human and healthy. He looks at me, with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide with surprise, and says, “Oh, hey. Did I eat today? I feel really bloated. Ugh. I’m going to bed.”

11:59 pm | Category: Writing, Zombies | |

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