Here we go on
another Science Fiction Fantasy weekend go round. I’m back into the swing after taking a few
weeks off and last week I decided to start a new story (is this like writer
therapy? – share with the group). This
one is still untitled but it’s moving along nicely. I think.
I’ve toyed around with some zombie adventures before but I figured this
was a great venue to spread my un-dead wings and see where it takes me. We pick up directly from last week and Annie’s
on the run from a hungry zombie mob. Let’s
see where her decisions take her.
Arrgghhh…urrggg (that was zombie speak – like pig latin but without the finesse). Enjoy and don’t forget to click over to
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there.
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She darted
to the left, between two old warehouses, and then a quick right into what she
hoped was a service entrance leading back out to the main road. Instead, she found herself trapped in a
delivery bay designed for big rigs to back their cargo up to a large bay
door. She pulled up on the latch, which
held fast.__________________________________________
“Great.”
The guttural
roars echoing behind her told her the pack had turned the same corners she had
and would be filtering into the cargo bay any minute. Frantically, she searched for another access
door, a fire ladder leading up the roof.
Nothing.
She leaned against a wall, trying to
catch her breath, and spotted a rotted metal garbage dumpster against the far
side of the alley. Annie figured it was
her best shot, provide some protection, maybe mask her scent. That and it was her only available option.
Short,
sweet, and directly into a dead end. Dum
dum dum. Hope you enjoyed. Please leave a comment or two. They are always appreciated. You can even use zombie-speak, I just can’t
promise to know how to respond. It’s a
very tricky dialect and they’re such a sensitive lot.