This is a sequel to one of the first stories I posted on this blog.
He’d sawed off his leg to escape the zombies. Fortunately, he still had his trusty chainsaw.
He locked himself inside an empty store and stopped to rest.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm: an infected scratch.
Survival ended up costing him an arm and a leg.
Being a tale told in 50 words, wherein the protagonist, a man named Arcturus Morgenstern (Third of the name) is eminently surprised to discover that the body of his wife, whom he’d found murdered not five minutes previously, is now animated with an unholy life, and for whatever reason is burning important-seeming papers that Arcturus had been working on previous to the gunshots that had seemingly (but not conclusively) killed his wife.
The gunshot startled him.
Turning, he found his wife, dead of a gunshot wound.
He ran out, looking for the assassin. Upon his return, his wife’s body was busy burning his writings.
Taking the last sheet from her undead hands, he nervously reads off the title: “How to Make Zombies”.
Vampires and zombies emerged at the same time.
Nobody knows why.
They fought for their main resource: live humans.
Eventually, none were left. The zombies and vampires stopped fighting, with nothing left to fight for.
Gradually, with no “food” left, both groups faded away.
Guess that’s a happy ending, right?
He loved his chainsaw.
When the zombies appeared, he found his calling, shredding down the legions of the dead.
Surrounded, he had to cut his way into a shed to hide. Then a zombie bit his leg. Got to saw it off, or become a zombie.
Easier shed than bone.