My Mom Turned Into a Zombie

After my mother turned into a zombie, she started waiting outside the kindergarten every day for me to finish work.

She tilted her head, the photo of me as a child still clutched in her rotten hand.

The neighbors urged me to get rid of her, but I knew she was waiting for me to sing her that lullaby.

When the apocalypse began, my husband texted me: “Between the cold war and the zombies, I choose to forgive you.”

Now I have to transmigrate across half a fallen city to rescue my daughter, who’s trapped at school.

Mom follows behind me, rasping out a single word: “Come... home...”