The locals watched the construction on the hill with muted interest.
"Great, now we're gentrifying," one said. Nobody responded. They just stared up at the huge granite building, a hulking shadow darker than the night around it.
"Do you think he's moved in yet?" another resident asked no one in particular.
"I haven't seen anyone new around Maybe they're too much a big shot to mix with us."
Someone shrugged. "Don't matter anyhow Once you move in here, that's it. What you had in life don't matter none once you're dead." The other zombies grumbled their assent, and shambled off.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.