by Dustin Pinney
The last survivor screamed as the creatures brought him to the ground, reached through his flesh, pulled away his lean meat, snapped apart his ribcage, gripped his lungs, and dug out his final breath.
They devoured him without pleasure, leaving nothing but red and bone.
Now, the undead were without purpose. The Earth forced them from the soil to consume and cleanse its surface of the dangerous parasites threatening to destroy it. The task was completed.
The ground opened up. The saviours of Earth collapsed and were welcomed back into their final resting places.
All was as it should be.
Dustin lives and writes in upstate New York. He has been more involved with zombie things than he ever expected and is surprised by how much he enjoys it.