Feed-A Short Story

I woke up like any other day or at least I thought it was. Usually, I wake up in my bed not laying in the dirt in an alley. It was cloudy out and foggy and I had a headache. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

My name is ….actually I don’t remember,  I don’t remember anything other than snapshots of a bar last night. I was with a girl. Hanging out and she introduced me to a friend of hers. We were all talking and laughing and I remember he scratched me on my arm. That’s all I remember and I woke up here covered in dirt. The scratch on my arm looks more like an axe wound. Twelve inches of flesh opened up, now it’s red and greenish black. Obviously infected. No pain. That’s weird, right?

I heard voices from the end of the alley and I needed to get help and maybe some answers. I called out but no one answered. I stood up. Unsteady, shaky like I forgot how to walk. Without thinking I began to follow the voices. When I got to the end of the alley I saw hundreds of people only they weren’t real people. They were dirty, grey, bloody, rotting, skeletal things. They looked like they crawled out of a grave. They were all lurching and stumbling in the same direction toward nothing.

I heard a scream from a house to the side of me and saw a man in a suit get attacked by three of these things. They grabbed him and twisted off his hand sending a spray of arterial blood onto the shirts of the attackers. One of the others bit his neck and tore a piece out the size of a sirloin steak and a stream of red poured down his jacket and all over the attackers. I wasn’t bothered by this violence, in fact, I was naturally drawn to it and began stumbling toward them.

I heard some slightly familiar bangs and a lady walking beside me fell to the ground after her head snapped back. I felt something push me hard in the shoulder but there was no pain. I then noticed my head went back and I was looking up at the grey sky. Then I was on the ground again.

A man stumbled and fell over me and his dusty, skeleton arm fell off and rested on my leg. I knew where the pressure was in my head. I was stunned but it didn’t really bother me. I stood up and I saw the man that had put the hot thing in my head. I was hungry. It was time to feed.

Bill

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8 thoughts on “Feed-A Short Story

  1. Billy, your post name intrigued me so I entered the land of the dark. I have spent half an hour just reading through and listening. I must say Ozzie looked better than the last time I saw him. He could almost join the zombie league now.

    This is a great and suspenseful little tale. You should do a book on short haunted realities as so many people love getting a little thrill. Great bedtime reading!

    Although it is a comedy you might like to watch a movie called Shaun of the Dead (if you haven’t already). I really enjoyed it.

    I have noted your website and will drop in at random intervals to have another read.

    Ciao
    Helen

  2. Howdy,

    Not quite sure what this site is about but it is definitely interesting nonetheless.

    Is this the story line of some game or show?

    Or is it just some crazy dream you had?

    Either way, you’re story is very entertaining and I will be making my way back here to read what happens next.

    Until then,
    Jason

  3. Great reed. I am so glad I came across your site. Me and my oldest daughter are into haunted movies and stories. I am going to tell her about your site, she has a lot of friends that are into this stuff as well. Awesome job and it has left me wanting more.

  4. Excellent read! I am very impressed by your writing skills; I was intrigued the whole time. I need more! If you wrote a book, I would totally buy it. Keep up the great work, and I’m looking forward to more of this story.

    What made you choose this genre? With all the popular zombies stories going on, your timing and such is impeccable!

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