danidelion
She stood on the edge of the cliff, and looked down. She could hear the rumble of his diesel truck behind her, it was getting closer. There was nowhere to go, but the other side of the cliff was only barely close enough. She was afraid to jump, but to stay would be suicide. She took a deep breath and leaped.
the red jelly dripped off of the biscuit and onto her blouse as she ate. No! Not the blouse! It had belonged to her mother. She could remember her mother wearing it when she was only a little girl. Before the war. And the great Zombie desolation.