Friday, December 24, 2010

A Deathly Silence

Not a creature was stirring as John anxiously peeked outside; the street was empty.

He’d been awake for days. Maybe now I can sleep.

He sat down; resting his gun across his lap, then closed his eyes.

A moan filled the room.

“Get out!”

More moaning. His eyes flew open; he raised his shotgun.

“This is your last warning!”

The moaning stopped.

John relaxed again then dozed off.

The zombie hoard quietly stepped out of the shadows.

They fell upon him; tearing at his flesh. The church bells struck midnight, masking his screams.

Their hunger was sated … for now.

© December 24, 2010

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