an as yet non-remembered injury. His leg was fine now though, but still itching a bit.
How he’d transitioned from running with the crowd to waking up on the floor of the chemist however, was still a mystery.
Everything he’d remembered so far really just unrelated pieces of a larger picture. He remembers an iPad there also; it was behind the cash desk.
Unseen by the looters perhaps as they prioritised drugs and money, the headlines on a recently opened tab in the browser said: “Zombie Apocalypse”, but that’s all he could recall for now. More gaps in his memory, gaps that he hoped would return along with all the rest of his missing mind.
He lifts a chair slowly