Pop bought me my first zomb when I was eighteen. She was a real bitch, wiry and evil, and she won me a few races before her left leg dropped off and she couldn’t race no more.

Imagine a future after the zombie apocalypse; after humanity has tried to eat itself, lived through the worst times, and come out the other side. A few zombies remain, penned up in safe zones, but most everything else is pretty much back to normal.

Obviously, the thing to do is start racing zombies.

Eric has a small racing string, and makes decent bucks – until one evening, when he spots an old friend and ends up getting much closer to the action than he wants to…

This story first appeared in the antho ‘Sunny, with a Chance of Zombies‘ edited by Dion Winton-Polak and published by KnightWatch.