MicroHorror

Vladimir Kopavich (Vlad “The Drab” to all his buddies, who were now all long gone) staggered down the road. He was dying. He had long thought himself immortal, his whole kind immortal, but starvation, it seemed, was the great equalizer.

The countless zombies that filled the streets paid him no mind, and he paid them none, even though to move forward he often had to shove one out of the way. They showed no interest in him, because he could not provide the food they desired.

And neither could they to him.

And so Vlad “The Drab,” the last vampire, fell to his knees and reflected on the irony of life. He would die of starvation, just as his brothers before him.

The zombies filled the city streets like liquid in a glass, swarming and moaning up and down each street, searching for the same thing Vlad needed.

But there were no humans left.

Just zombies. Millions of zombies.

People, people everywhere, but not a drop to drink.