The normally busy streets of Manhattan were curiously devoid of commuter traffic, both on the street and on the sidewalk. The quartet with their smart phones at the ready noticed that the line at Starducks was smaller which made their wait for their custom steamed Western Guatemalan Upper Slope Megamongoiattos (Lisa's with 2.3% Patagonian llama milk, Trevor's with Starduck's special global blend cinnamon, Debra's with maple extract from sustainable farms in Saskatchewan, and Angelo's straight up because he was feeling guilty about the workers' strike at the recyclable coffee stirrer plant).
"Starduck's a quick stop this morning," Lisa typed on her SmackChat account.
Trevor was the first one to notice the screaming woman who bolted from a nearby building. Her business suit jack was torn on one sleeve and streaming blood from a recently inflicted bite. Reacting to the crisis with great speed, Trevor got a photo on his phone.
"Posting to my Spacehook page," he murmured in anticipation.
Within seconds, he had topped one hundred likes.
"I wonder if that was something to do with the zombie thing," Debra mused as she scrolled the screen on her phone. "Zombies are, like, so trending on Flitter."
"It's certainly changing the job market," Angelo added. "You should see the openings for zombie intervention counselors on Blinked In."
The foursome turned a corner and walked directly into a mob of the walking dead as they remained focused on their phone screens. With mouths smeared with fresh gore, the animated dead creatures noticed the new meat immediately. But something was wrong.
Yes, the scent was right - living meat. But the newcomers' eyes were glazed with emptiness and it was evident that the higher brain functions had atrophied. The primal instincts of the walkers warned them that these new meals were just not right. Shambling on in search of other prey, they left the phone zombies to their own arcane existence.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Mr Double's Palisade A MrDouble Production:
Changes last made on: Monday, May 09, 2016