PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The elevator doors opened on the overgrown field overlooking the city full of decrepit buildings. Stan stepped out, inhaled deeply. The stench of rot permeated the air. He walked toward the fence surrounding the field and stopped at the gate.

“I have room for three,” he said to the masses of malnourished surface dwellers.

He opened the gate and three were chosen. They followed him back to the elevator and descended into the bowels of the Earth with the man they called Savior.

When the doors opened again, far below their wretched existence above, they knew he was anything but.

If you haven’t heard: HORRID LITTLE THINGS is releasing this coming Saturday. (UPDATE: HORRID LITTLE THINGS IS NOW AVAILABLE!) As a result I’ve made 100 TINY TALES OF TERROR and WICKED LITTLE THINGS 100% free until Friday. Grab your copies while the grabbin’s good! And please do be kind enough to leave some reviews. Thanks!

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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