Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


September 26th 2017 in Microfiction

“You did the homework ahead of time?” Debbie asked in disbelief. “For the year – yep,” Sean answered. “For the year,” Debbie said flatly. “Yep,” Sean answered. “Having a syllabus makes it a breeze; the teacher just pulls key concepts from the book, so if you read the book, you’re 75% done. I imagine that I’ll have to go back and quickly check my work – maybe even rework a couple of the essays but, overall, I’m just waiting to turn the assignments in when they’re due.” “And, pray tell, what are you going to do with your copious free time?” Debbie asked sarcastically, feeling peevish. “Watch for signs of the coming zombie apocalypse,” Sean replied, completely unaware of the sarcasm and jotting a couple of things into his notebook. “Look around; there are tells of the latent virus everywhere.” Debbie scanned the hallway, observing that two people had fallen asleep leaning into their lockers, four were lurching down the corridor using the walls to support them, and one was vocalizing as it ate a hamburger for breakfast (the juice splattering onto its shirt, its pants, and the floor). “Holy crap,” she whispered, feeling the sudden urge to run.

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