Unforsaken
“Make like a ring-around-the-rosie.”The clatter of chairs being pushed back made me feel faint and I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my face against Kaz’s shirt and wished that I could just stay like that, pretending we were somewhere else, back in Chicago in the little neighborhood park, and that when I opened my eyes, I’d see tall buildings and cars going by and Kaz’s gray eyes shining in the spring sun.I forced myself to lift my head and look. The zombies shuffled slowly into a circle around us, their movements jerky and uncoordinated. The one who was missing an arm stumbled and fell—there was something very wrong with one of its legs—but it kept coming, crawling along the floor and dragging its damaged leg behind it. A terrible smell wafted from one of the rotting ones, and bits of crusted, scabbed flesh fell from it as it came closer.They found their places, spaced evenly around our square, and stood staring at us with no expression at all, not menace or anger or craftiness—just nothing.
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