Society

The zombie is hard beneath you as it buckles, its knees bending and collapsing.
You lift its head and slam it into the concret floor. You see in the gray morning light streaming through the slits that you have effectivly shattered the zombies skull. You stand up and look back at Art. She is slumped in the corner, her hand resting in her lap. You run over and shake her.
She opens her eyes and theyre wet.