MicroHorror

“Did you have a good time this weekend?” Michelle asked, spinning her hair around her finger as she looked over at Ron.

“Yeah, of course I did. No TV, no phone, no work. What’s not to like?” Ron glanced over and smiled, then focused back on his driving. “I just wish this traffic would let up.”

“Well, I know you don’t usually like the camping thing, but wasn’t it a nice place?” She absently wiped sand from her feet and adjusted her toe ring.

“Yeah, it was fine. I’m more into it for the beach anyway.” He gave her a sidelong glance and winked. “Besides, a motel at this time of year would be way too expensive.”

“I just like sleeping outside. I get the best sleep when I’m just lying on the hard ground.” Michelle stretched her legs and put her feet up on the dashboard.

“Well, that part I’m not quite as… Crap!” Ron hit the brakes hard, locking the wheels and swerving to avoid the car in front of them. “What the hell!? Why is everyone stopped here? There are three friggin’ lanes!”

“Maybe there was an accident?” Michelle replied and sat up. She tried to peer around the SUV in front of them.

Ron rolled down his window and peered out to gain some perspective as to how long they might be sitting there. He was almost hit by a group of people running past, trying to get away from the source of the traffic jam. Some were screaming.

“What the hell!? Did you see that!?” He looked over to see Michelle’s ashen face agape at something up ahead. “What is it?”

“That man just got tackled by a bunch of people. It looks like they’re… eating him! Oh God!”

“What are you talk… aaagh!” Ron was suddenly pulled by the head through the open window by two people covered in bloody clothes. His screams pierced Michelle’s ears as she saw a gout of blood splatter across the windshield and into the car.

“No! RON!” She yelled as she tried to grasp his flailing legs to pull him back into the car. She heard a sickly pop as his head was removed, and his torso flopped back into the driver’s seat and slumped against her. She began to scream and noticed a mob of bloody figures had surrounded the car. The passenger window shattered and she felt hands grab her by the head and shoulders and pull her from the car. Mouths began to bite her neck, cheeks, shoulders, arms, and legs. She flailed and shrieked to no avail.

The sunlight began to fade and eventually she couldn’t hear the crunching and snapping of her own tendons.

Hours later, Michelle’s eyes opened, cloudy and unfocused. Her torso began to flop and a guttural sound emanated from her torn throat. There wasn’t enough muscle left for her to stand, and so the hunger forced her to squirm down the highway.