Micro-fiction contest entry - ''Undead''Sirens filled the air in the distance, mingling with the sounds of gunfire and shouting. It wouldn't do any good. The undead were already flooding the streets. However slow and shambling, the sheer number would overwhelm the remaining police officers. They should have left when they had the chance. I crept through the alleyway, unseen. Survivors were violent. It seems people become irrational and selfish when their world is ending. Nobody is safe. I stopped suddenly, hearing a noise nearby. A young girl panted as she ran, clutching a single can of beans in her arms. She desperately clung to her food... It reminded me of my own hunger. She screamed as I leapt onto her, apparently unaware of my position in the shadows. Her screams were cut short as I bore my teeth into her throat. Dry, rasping moans surrounded us as others came to join in my feast.Zombie Apocalypse by DeDorgoth
It never rains. (Dresden Files poem) Flash FictionThunder rumbled overheadI looked at her, Those thoughts in her head."Bob." I spat, anger in my voice,"Sorry, Boss. She made the wrong choice,"I glared at the skull, cursing my luck,The toad demon waited, not giving a-My thoughts trailed off as she kissed me deeply, "This isn't a good time..." But she didn't hear me. She tried lowering us down to the floor. "Bad idea." I said as I struggled more. The circle of protection was the only thingStanding between us and that hideous being. It paced, waiting for the ring to be broken,Susan continued like I hadn't spoken. "Bob!" I growled at the air spirit once more. "That circle will break if you're dragged to the floor.""No kidding." I spat, through clenched teeth in annoyance. "We need to escape before this gets any worse."Bob tossed the escape potion over to me.I gave some to Susan, and drank the rest gladly. Like wind, we traveled away from my sub-basement.We appeared un
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