Goodbyes
3.
Koch slumped down as he reached the end of the alleyway. He was unbearably hungry, but not for the few rations he had in his vest. The process of turning over to the other side was already taking hold on him, he knew it. Soon he wouldn't be capable of thinking anymore, only hunger. Browning looked down at him and he knew Koch was through.
"You giving up?" He asked.
"I don't have much choice."
Browning sat down next to him. A zombie stood up in the distance and stumbled along the street toward them.
"That was probably the greatest moment of our lives." Browning said, cocking his handgun. "Would you have traded it to live out the rest of your days?"
Koch stared at the oncoming zombie as it opened its mouth and black liquid spilled out. He leaned his head back against the wall.
"Not really."
Browning shot the zombie in the head, watching as it looked surprised then fell to the pavement. Koch let out a short convulsive cough and looked down to a dead body beside him. It was someone that had died days ago, with flies buzzing around him.
"Too bad. Too, too bad." Browning said, not referring to anything particular. He slowly stood up, still holding the wound at his side. With a steady hand he aimed the barrel of his gun down at Koch's temple.
"I'll see ya around." He said solemnly.
"You'll see me pretty soon." Koch replied, closing his eyes.
The end.