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The undead

100-word micro-fiction

Their tired bodies flooded the store. I stared in disbelief as moans of hunger and screeching sneakers came from all directions.

Charlie stood at the opposite end of aisle seven, petrified, eyes darting wildly. I whistled for his attention and hundreds of eyes met mine. I motioned for him to meet me at the entrance and we both ran.

I dodged my way to the front of the store and scooped up my boy on the way out. I turned the key of our wagon and drove off.

That was the last time I tried shopping on Senior Discount Day.