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Weep, Woman, Weep by Maria DeBlassie
Weep, Woman, Weep by Maria DeBlassie










Weep, Woman, Weep by Maria DeBlassie

When you reach for your wine glass, so does he-only his thick decaying fingers almost crush the stem, whereas your nimble live ones carefully bring the dark red liquid to your mouth. He watches you as much as you do him, as if he is trying to remember what it was like to be alive.

Weep, Woman, Weep by Maria DeBlassie

You admire a man who makes that kind of effort. His manners are studied and smooth, as if he has spent a lot of time practicing more human-like movements and behavior. Candlelight can hide a multitude of sins. Which is another reason why you chose this place.

Weep, Woman, Weep by Maria DeBlassie

Still, the tuxedo and carefully applied makeup are enough to create the illusion of pumping blood beneath his pallid, blush-stained cheeks-in the right light. He has dressed for the occasion, taking care to hide the evidence of his affliction as best he can (though truly there is only so much he can do with a missing ear and half a brain). The white tablecloth is as smooth and unblemished as his collared shirt. You sit across from each other at the dinner table. This one looks a little better, you think optimistically. Unless, of course, they are well fed, which is rarely the case. The good news is that the Hungries, while persistent, are dumb as fuck (brain rot, you know) and slower than the sickness overtaking their bodies. Be ready to run to the nearest safe space if needed. Carry grave dirt to throw at them if they get too forward. Be aware of your surroundings at all times. He said he’d love to have you for dinner-but you are careful.Ī woman has to be careful.

Weep, Woman, Weep by Maria DeBlassie

How hard can it be to find one living, breathing human in a city full of bodies? The more you go out, the less hope you feel and the colder your body gets.Īll you need is one beating heart to match your own before yours stops pumping altogether. You wade through your fair share of brainless automatons, lifeless bodies, and ravenous undead, good at passing as human. "Just the right size to occupy your time while waiting. "Drawing parallels between the pitfalls of dating and dating in the zombie apocalypse, this short story packs a big world into a few pages." A brilliantly written little gem that is equal part creepy with the plague of walking dead and equal parts cozy with the hot chocolate and watching the neighbor's cat." "Simple yet detailed, unique, and innovative. A short story on the horrors of dating during a zombie apocalypse by bruja and award-winning writer and educator, Maria DeBlassie.












Weep, Woman, Weep by Maria DeBlassie