The Zombie Catastrophe

BY MORNING...

Not one of the two of them could sleep a wink for the rest of that night.

The mouse had been horrible enough for them, and they remained quiet for the rest of the night, both dreading leaving the safety of the van, even if it was having a large slit in the roof while lying on its side. The former sleeping arrangements which a game of rock, paper, scissors, had settled now mattered less, because they were in odd, barely comfortable positions in an overturned van.

They remained quiet for so long that even when the mouse had been gone for hours, they were still held under its spell, both too afraid to talk, and still yet amused that they had survived once again.

Only Max mustered enough courage to speak when he saw the sky lighten up. “Kev?”

“What?”

“It's morning.”

“I see it.”

Max chuckled to himself, adjusting his body to recline better in the position of the car to free the blood trapped in his leg.

“I might need a cigarette. I have to clear the image of that rat from my head.”

“It wa