Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Warning

January 24th 2013 in Microfiction

Bedford (the Beagle) was the town howler; one if by land (animal control van), two if by sea (big storm coming in). When Dash and Smudge heard the long short short looooooooong short short, they paused. Three? “Zombie apocalypse,” wuffled Airstream lowly. “Get the others and tell them to bring their rugs or blankets and favorite toys to the warehouse. The retrievers have been dragging bags of food there for months. We’ll be fortified and safe.” A human scream sounded in the distance. “Poor bastards,” Airstream finished, moving into the night.


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