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Home Is Where The Gate Is

PHOTO PROMPT – © ceayr

PHOTO PROMPT – © ceayr

It wasn’t much of a fortress, but at least the gate kept both the living and the dead out. The dead generally weren’t a problem except on those rare occasions when she had to venture out for supplies. It was the living that concerned her, especially the men. They all thought they were entitled to her body just because they survived the shit storm that had ended humanity. She’d killed more than a few who’d made that mistake. Now, whenever she heard voices, fewer and further between these days, she always hid. It was easier that way—safer that way.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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Swimming in Colors

Photo Copyright - Marie Gail Stratford

Photo Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

The world swam in indiscernible blobs of color as the toxin coursed through his veins. His thoughts jumbled into one big, incoherent mess.

The ringing in his ears drowned out the screams of his companions. He could remember that there were others, but he couldn’t recall their names or visualize their faces. Everything was just colors–red, orange, and yellow all blurred together.

His arm hurt. Something about teeth pushed through the jumble of disheveled memories. Was he bitten? He didn’t know–couldn’t remember.

The others, did they do this to him?

What others?

He couldn’t remember others–only hunger.

My mind has been foggy lately, a bit like this guy’s–except I haven’t been bitten by a zombie. At least I don’t think I have.

Movie of the Week: Night of the Living Dead (1968)

What can be said about this masterpiece of cinema that hasn’t been said before? Not much, so just watch it and smile knowing that zombies aren’t real. Probably. Maybe. We hope.

The House on the Hill

Photo Copyright - Björn Rudberg

Photo Copyright – Björn Rudberg

When the plague first hit we were too stupid and oblivious to know it. We all thought it was the flu. We were wrong. We found that out when the infected started dying. That would have been fine if they’d stayed dead. Unfortunately for us that didn’t happen.

Everyone knew the house on the cliff would be the safest in town, but that was the problem: everyone knew. There are sixty of us crammed in here and very little food to go around. When we run out, I think I’ll be better off taking my chances wandering among the infected.

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers. I’ll be on vacation next week, so I’ll probably miss the fun. I tend not to spend much (if any) time on the internet when I’m on vacation. Also, don’t forget to sign up for my mailing list! You’ll get a Smashwords promo code for a free download of Zombie Tree if you do. Who doesn’t like free?

Storybook Corner – March

IMG_20140222_145628“How freaking stupid are you, Jeremy?” She stopped outside the glass door, wary of opening it.

“Look. It’s either this or nothing. This is better than nothing right?” He put a hand on her shoulder.

She shrugged it off. “I’m not so sure. There’s a button that opens the damn door. We’d probably be better off taking out chances out here.”

He cast a glance over his shoulder. “We’re as good as dead out here and you know it.”

“And if… when they get inside we’re trapped like rats with no chance of escape.” She watched the corner they’d come around less than a minute prior. “We need to keep moving.”

“Maybe the power’s out. Did you ever think of that?” He reached out and pushed the button. The door arced out toward them.

“Now what, genius?” Nervous energy coursed through her veins. “We should be moving.”

“They’ll be holding the door closed, even if one of them does manage to push the button. There’s got to be some sort of safety mechanism that won’t let it open if something’s in the way, right?” He shuffled on his feet and looked around. “I say we go inside and take our chances.”

“We can’t stay here. You already pushed the button. The door is hanging wide open.”

“Well we can’t stay out here either.” He stepped toward the door.

“Think about it. You barely had to put any pressure on that button. That means there’s an insanely high probability that at least one of things could have bumped into the switch and wandered inside when the door opened on its own. I’m not stepping foot in there.” She took a step backward. Her eyes drifted to the crowd shuffling around the corner.

“Then this is where we part ways.” He grabbed the door handle and pulled it closed behind him. He took a step backward and waved goodbye.

The creatures had halved the distance when she looked over again. She stood there waited for them. When they were almost within striking distance she stepped forward and pushed the button. She winked through the yawning door and bolted for the parking lot.

“You, bitch!” Jeremy shouted then clasped his hands over his mouth, trying to keep in the sound that had already escaped.

They undead were closer than she would have preferred, but at least a handful had taken the bait and gone inside the building. She found an odd comfort in that. Before the shit hit the fan, Jeremy had been nothing but an arrogant prick. Even after everything that had happened, he wasn’t much better. He deserved what he got.

She sprinted across the nearly deserted parking lot. Her lungs burned, but the added distance between herself and death was worth a little pain. She had to slow her sprint to a jog when she hit the other side of the lot, but she didn’t dare stop–she didn’t dare look back.



This post was written for my monthly Storybook Corner prompt. All are welcome, join the horde of lovely minions who take part.