Whiskey - A 100 Word Story
June 07, 2008 flash fiction
This story is also part of this week's 100 Word Story Weekly Challenge. Please stop by there and vote for the story (or stories) that you enjoy. As always, you can hear my section alone right here. And now, for the story:
"Aw, hell. Zombies."
Professor Heath laughed from across the bar.
"No, they're whiskey sours."
He drank his, then poured more gunpowder into his shotgun shells. Nicole poured another round of whiskey, then passed out rounds for our pistols.
"I thought," she said, "Romero's zombie movies were a commentary on the mindless nature of modern American society."
"What, nihilism?" I snorted. "It's all mindless and will eat you in the end?"
The Professor stood and smiled.
"There is only one effective response to both nihilism and the undead."
He took aim through the boards on the window and fired.