There were ten of them, until there were eight, and a while later, five. When they were five they came down-river; carefully, slowly, silently, because they had learned. Five came through Mount Hope, Goddard. Five went to the Witchita Airport to see if they could find a fueled plane and then there were only two.
"What now?" It was a whisper, face pressed against a black tar roof.
"They'll just go away?"
"It gets hot this time of year. Dawn soon."
"We wait." He closed his eyes. "Until they thin out. Then we make a break for it."
I can't help but think of the rules of survival from Zombieland. Nice work!ReplyDelete
Great movie :-) The death of (SPOILER) still haunts me... ;-)Delete
I love that first line, but the whole piece has a great structure to it.ReplyDelete
Thank you for reading! :-)Delete
Awesome writing! It leaves you feeling terrified yet it never describes the danger.ReplyDelete
Thank you! Yeah, my rule is that zombie stories aren't really about zombies at all, and if you get caught up in describing them or describing zombie combat you've sort of lost the thread.Delete
zombie stories aren't really about zombies at all . . . oh, well said David. As is this piece. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you so much! :-)Delete
I'm not sure how many different ways I can say it, but your dialogue is nearly flawless. I look forward to the first signed copy of your book. ;)ReplyDelete