Note none of this was done intentionally for cheapness, but the premise seemed to demand straightforward and obvious ways of jerking the reader around. It seemed to have worked. The cat imagined is my cat. "I" am the bicyclist. And so forth. And as I have this huge phobia about zombies (coming from a father who let me watch the original Dawn of the Dead when I was like eight or nine), it was pretty easy to scare myself with my own story. But, humor makes it less scary. Note also that I regularly expose myself to zombies as therapy (by going to zombie movies primarily), so this is just more therapy. And because I had no idea how to write them, you'll note that I didn't put any direct fights with zombies in (just lots of running away), although it is certainly implied that the "heroine" had to shoot zombies pretty frequently. It probably worked better that way anyway to not tell the fights directly.
Sadly this is probably the first "completed" story I've written since college, maybe high school. Once I got into math and computers, it seemed like the creative stuff went by the wayside. I have in the past written poetry and stories. At least one poem I wrote in high school I don't read now and laugh. I should probably start up again, but it always seems like such a bother when I can't get something down I like. Although I liked this, silly as it was.
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