You Came to the Right Place

Elizabeth tried to ignore the fact that her neighbor’s door had ten locks.

So he’s cautious, she thought. Perfectly normal.

The locks went, one after the next, until the door opened a crack and two intense eyes glared out her from a haggard face.

“What is this?” he asked.

“I’m Liz. Your neighbor. We’ve never talked before, but…” She took a deep breath. “The power’s gone out all down the block, so–”

“You’ve come to the right place,” he interrupted, throwing the door open. “Come in.”

She walked into the house and found herself faced by shelves and boxes of food, bottles, and ammunition. A loud click came from behind her and she turned to see her neighbour holding a crossbow, a grin splitting his face.

“Blackout’s just phase one,” he said. “The zombies are coming next. And we’ll be ready for them.”

Liz decided not to visit him again.

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Word Count: 150

This is for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Maria for providing the prompt photo!