This morning's prompt is 'pigeon'.

Carol was keeping them in rabbits and squirrels and pigeons, oh my! But you had to be careful retrieving the kills. Tom had a close call with a spry, freshly undead survivor. Those were pretty dangerous, nearly as dangerous as the other survivors of this mess...

The pigeon in question fell into a yard beyond an overgrown hedge which Tom went through without any caution, yelled and crashed back through immediately with half a dozen arms poking through after him. Fortunately the mob in the yard was busy with the smaller morsel which had fallen out of the sky like meaty manna. Ben and Brenda joined Tom in mopping up while Carol watched their backs and then they moved on hastily.

"Sorry, Mom, no pigeon for the pot," Tom told Carol.

"You okay?" She checked him over and hugged him tight. Ben noticed Brenda eyeing the boy closely and praying under her breath. He knew it was a prayer because she said, "Thanks for that, at least," very quietly. She had issues with management, she had told him...

Tom shook his head. "That was weird. They... she was worked over, I guess by that mob, maybe they just got her? She almost got me, she was quick, not stumbling around so much. Her eyes... she had clear, pretty green eyes with gold flecks, not dull and cloudy like they get."

"I think that they get scratched up, over time. And of course, they don't heal," Brenda offered.

Carol gave him another hug and then they heard moans behind them and pressed on. Tom looked back and Ben stood by him, not wanting Tom to bring up the rear, the kid was still pretty shook up. Tom glanced at Ben and tapped elbows in passing, muttering.

"That, Ben, that was too close... and she had such pretty eyes."

Ben just blinked. The end of the world was truly weird.