Fiction | July 14, 2015

They reached the edge of town with the sun below the rooftops. Before them stretched a forsaken street of abandoned shops and businesses, weeds tufting the sidewalk. At a major intersection up ahead, a lone traffic light flashed its useless warning.

“It’s like a zombie flick,” Wyatt said.

“Except we are the zombies and the humans are gone.”

Yoshimi crossed to a 7-Eleven and peered through the grimy window. “It looks like the day I left. Everything is still on the shelves. We could live here for months.”

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