Just One of the Herd
Shelly slammed the car door shut and frantically removed the keys from her pocket. Her trembling fingers finally found the key slot.
She peered around, but there was nothing. She knew they were there, somewhere. The unmistakable stench of death told her.
The engine started at a high idle. It was winter, after all. The compressed break pedal triggered the brake lights to illuminate. That is when she saw them.
Their grayed skin was painted red with the reflection of the burning brake lights. She screamed, but to no avail. There was nobody left to save her.
The driver side window shattered and she was welcomed into their ranks with their painful initiation. Soon she would become one of the things she hated. Soon she would be just another face in the shambling horde of flesh-eating zombies.
Wonderful story, Brian! Especially loved the zombies glowing red in the brake lights.
Comment by Bob Eccles — April 19, 2009 @ 8:17 pm
don’t worry honey, if I ever became a zombie I would turn you first :)
Comment by trinityann8423 — April 19, 2009 @ 9:21 pm
Very cool. From the title I expected an animal story.
Comment by Calabrese — April 21, 2009 @ 10:32 am
Thanks Bob, that’s my favorite part too. Thanks dear, I would bite you first too. Thanks Calabrese… Calabrese!! As is the great Calabrese band? Too cool!
Comment by BrianBarnett — April 21, 2009 @ 3:25 pm