Written for the Zombie Run Contest hosted by Lisa Hollar on her website Jezri's Nightmare which closes on the 30th of October.
Appetite
Alice
watched from the window of her top storey apartment. Bartie was trying to put
up a fight out there on the green, but they had him surrounded. She could hear
the screaming, but it didn’t make any difference; they still advanced on him.
There were five of them and they were hungry. They were going to have him no
matter what.
She wondered if he might jump up and over them or climb a tree, but unfortunately there were none nearby. He didn’t, he stood his ground thinking that his fearsome stance and continuing noise would put fear into their hearts and make them run.
Couldn’t he tell they didn’t have hearts anymore, or any sense of fear? They only knew one thing; that they had to eat.
She wondered if he might jump up and over them or climb a tree, but unfortunately there were none nearby. He didn’t, he stood his ground thinking that his fearsome stance and continuing noise would put fear into their hearts and make them run.
Couldn’t he tell they didn’t have hearts anymore, or any sense of fear? They only knew one thing; that they had to eat.
They came closer and closer and Bartie still didn’t move.
Then one of them dared to go for it, and although Bartie was younger, feistier
and could throw a single one off, when the others pounced too he was quickly
overwhelmed, and it was only a matter of seconds before the spray of blood was
seen and the noise stopped. Only the attackers could be heard now, as they
fought over the best part of his brain.
Alice watched the whole thing and it gave her an idea. It didn’t have to be human brains, it could be animals too. Maybe she could find a living cat or a dog too. She shuffled out of the apartment. She had heard a dog whining in the empty apartment on the floor below. Fresh blood.
Alice watched the whole thing and it gave her an idea. It didn’t have to be human brains, it could be animals too. Maybe she could find a living cat or a dog too. She shuffled out of the apartment. She had heard a dog whining in the empty apartment on the floor below. Fresh blood.
No comments:
Post a Comment