Bwahahahahaha! Just needed to get that out of my system. It is
October, you know. Halloween is just
around the corner and even better than that, we’ve just stumbled into yet
another Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday.
What is that you ask? Well, only
a group of some truly inspired sci-fi/fantasy writers that contribute weekly
snippets of their work. Don’t believe
me? Go check out the main site at
SciFiFanSat.blogspot.com for a complete list.
And what better time to tell a zombie story than the scariest month of
the year!! Quick recap – in the last few
snippets, Annie has been on the run from the meat patrol (ravenous zombies) and
took a bad turn into a dead end. With
the running dead closing fast, her only hope is jumping into a trash filled
dumpster.
Annie pulled
back the lid to the dumpster and threw her leg up onto the ledge to crawl
inside. A hand shot up from inside the
darkened container, slamming the top back down.
Annie stumbled away, dropping the tin medical kit she carried under her
arm.
“Mine, go ‘way!” The voice sounded like someone choking a dog
after they just let it drink drain cleaner, low and coarse, more consonants
then vowels.
The first of
the zombies crashed into the wall at the mouth of the alley, clinging to the
bricked wall with rotted fingers. One of
the arms from his orange jump suit hung empty at its side. Annie guessed it for a paramedic or E.M.T.
that came across the wrong patient.
Their eyes locked on to each other’s in the little light the corridor
provided as its eyes glazed over with the hunger.
“Pretty food.”
And there
you have it. I'm still working on a title. Hope you enjoyed and come
back next week to see what happens to Annie and the rat pack. Please, leave a comment before you go. They’re always appreciated.
Eeek! Annie is in big trouble! I love the description of the voice of the lurker in the dumpster - really evocative. Great snippet!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Peter. I kinda liked that descript myself. Let's hope Annie has something up her sleeve, like maybe an assault rifle.
DeleteOh, what great descriptive narrative. And being locked out of an escape route when the hordes are coming. Yikes! Love this piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I'm having fun with this. Going snippet to snippet is fun. I hope for Annie's sake I don't come down with writer's block.
DeleteTalking zombies--that actually makes them scarier! Pretty food indeed.
ReplyDeleteGreat snippet, and very relevant to this month :) Bwahahahahaha!
I figured, why not. And I didn't know you were in the BwaHaHa evil writer's guild - I've never seen you at the meetings. I'll look next week.
DeleteOh, crap! Is there a ladder nearby? But, wait. Can these zombies climb? Great snippet! Lots of good descriptions in this one.
ReplyDeleteThey do everything else, why not climb. I think I'll have them tap dance and juggle next week. Maybe Annie can beat them in a high stakes round of Texas Hold'em. Thanks for the comment, Patrick.
DeleteToss the dumpster lurker out to the zombies?
ReplyDeleteSue! You gave it away!! Remind to stay ahead of you if we're ever running away from a horde of hungry zombies.
DeleteGreat snippet...love the last line. I'm also a big fan of comparisons to things that you probably don't know about for sure (choking a dog who drank drain cleaner), but could have a good idea from the description. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks! I figured I'd try to put a different spin on the genre some. And you're right, I can't say I've ever heard a drain cleaner drinking dog being choked (and hope I never do) but I think it set the tone.
ReplyDeleteRun away, run away, Annie! Great descriptive narrative, especially the last line!
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