It seemed, to our starvation-crazed minds, a tidy solution.
After all, we’d run out of canned goods days ago, and they’d gladly eat us were only they given opportunity.
So we cobbled together a rope-trap, slung it over the wall, and waited.
It didn’t take long for one of them to shamble into it. We retrieved the trap, crushed it’s skull, and that night we feasted.
But by morning every one of us was sick.
Brian went first, he passed this afternoon.
He’ll reanimate before long.
I imagine he’ll be here soon to devour me.
I imagine I’ll let him.