A very very short story

There weren't a lot of zombies in the pub, but it only takes one, so I took my time and cleared all the rooms. I stacked the bodies in the office, locked the door, and took inventory.

• One shotgun
• Two boxes of ammo
• Two cases of peanut packets
• 5 cases of bottled water
• Assorted alcohol

I was contemplating peanuts and water for dinner, when I heard the voice outside.

It was Marty. Apparently, he knew I was in the pub, because he was racing for the door and calling my name.

It was then that I thought, Maybe I don't have to have peanuts for dinner.