BUT I LOVE HIM,
by Scott WheelockI watch him. He’s out there crashing around the trash bins, eating a dead cat. He was always such a big eater. I worry about him—is he getting enough to eat? There’s no one left at the apartment building but the two of us. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen anyone but Georgie. The rest of the zombies moved on, but Georgie stays. We’ve been married for over 30 years; mother always said he was a good catch.
I don’t go outside anymore. The last time I did was with Georgie—I barely made it back. There hasn’t been much rain in the two months, twelve days I’ve been inside. I drink the rainwater as soon as it comes through the pipes, and I’m embarrassed to say I can’t bathe as often as I would like. I’m not worried about food. Georgie’s stocked the apartment with p
