Zombie
A short story by Jack Mint His face is haunted. Cheekbones press against his sallow skin like bruised fists. He hasn’t eaten in days. The grocery store shelves went empty a month ago. Between the shooting pains of his stomach eating itself and the ever-approaching void of his mind are the moans of his children. They cry themselves to sleep to escape the hunger. He cannot escape their cries and his hunger, and he hates them for it. He’s done everything he could and still they want and want. Cooked the cat and the dog, but the fish was the…