Micro/ Flash Fiction theme: What is the Cure?
Cindy stared at her crew with a smirk.
They looked at her with a mixture of horror and pity.
“So, if there isn’t a cure, you got to make one?” Cindy held the tourniquet around her upper left arm tight. “Come on, before I chicken out.”
Raine pleaded, “We don’t know if this will work. This could—”
“Kill me? Bah, this zombie bite is going to kill me. I would rather bleed out than turn.” The bitten woman glared at her team as she held her infected arm on the chopping block.
Alvin shook as he raised the axe.