Originally posted at http://the-drabbler.com/a-morning-without-coffee/
Images of the night before flitted through Zack’s mind. Running, fire, blood. Zombies had attacked his hometown.
A dream? Zack thought. Apparently I need some coffee.
He poured himself his morning salvation and drank. The liquid trickled out of his mouth before he could swallow it. Wow. I really am tired.
He raised his other hand to wipe his face. But it wasn’t there. He looked down at a stump of an arm.
Zack looked into the mirror to a lopsided, zombie’d visage.
Well then. I suppose I should go grab some breakfast.
“Brrraaaaaiiins,” he grunted. “And coooffffeeeee.”
I’m like Zack the Zombie when I don’t get my morning dose of caffeine. I’m tired, irritable, and hungry for brains. Or at least a brain.
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