Flash Fiction: Zombie Cows 2

randomlychad  —  October 3, 2012 — 5 Comments

They haven’t found me, but I hear them. Oh, how I hear them! The sounds of the rotting roamers fill my waking, and my sleeping. I hear their scraping, shambling steps, their half-choked moans.

And I hear the strangled moos of dead cows roaming free. If I close my eyes, I can pretend–for ahwile–that this is Calcutta. But it isn’t; it’s Nebraska, where eating vegetarian meant chicken instead of beef.

I sometimes forget how this all happened. The plague was easily identifiable, and afflicted cows were summarily destroyed.

But then they came to me. Made me an offer I should have refused.

But I didn’t. Taking advantage of my position at the plant, I mixed in the tainted meat. And all hell slowly broke loose.

My name is Jude S. Mericot.

And I sold out the human race for $30,000.




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