Annie
searched for a weapon, a club, a pipe, a rusty nail, anything lying at her
feet. She saw the small medical kit, its
contents spewed across the alley’s floor, a few bandages, some salve, and
antibiotics, nothing that would save her own life in these circumstances. She never thought of herself as a hero, but
sacrificing her life in an effort to save a ten year old boy that she’d only
known for a matter of weeks, staring at the herd of monstrosities looking to tear
her flesh from her bones, she’d have taken the same chances.
She picked
up a broken bottle and turned. At least
she hoped to take one or two of them down with her. The glass shook in her hand.
“Come on! I haven’t got all night!”
And there
you have it. I promise the story will
move out of the alley eventually but I am having fun taking it ten sentences at
a clip. Leave me a comment and let me
know what you think. Enjoy the week
leading up to Halloween and see you in seven.
I love that final line! Her hand may be shaking, but she's still got style. I just hope the zombies don't get her - she deserves to survive!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Peter. I agree, I like Annie the more I write her but sacrifices have to be made, especially in a zombie story. We'll have to see what develops.
DeleteA broken bottle? That's all she has?! It was nice knowing her. I like her enthusiasm, though.
ReplyDeleteMaybe they recycle, Patrick, and they'll recognize her singular efforts to save the planet. Yeah, maybe not.
DeleteAhh...kinda risky move no? I don't think she can take down that many zombies with a broken bottle.
ReplyDeleteShe should check the cap to see if she's a lucky winner. Hey....I kinda like that, maybe I'll use that next week. Got sarcasm?
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