I promised you all some Flash Fiction, and here it is. This is a short little piece about the zombie world I created. Presently I have a screenplay finished, and I'm working on some short stories. One day I hope to see thise in a graphic novel. That's a hint to you artists out there.
Los Angeles, huddled dark in the summer heat.
City lights long since gone - no electricity, no lights, no one human left to care.
The big loud engine rumbled to life in the muggy silence, with a lightning crack of thunder forcing its way into the quiet. Bright lights cut the darkness like a star let loose to burn a path through the thick black.
Along streets piled high with trash and ravaged by marauding zombies, the Dodge power wagon prowled.
“The zombie crusher is on the move my lord,” slurred the shadowed voice.
“Don’t call it that,” came the quick response.
A pasty gray face moved out of the shadow, to be illumed by the stars, dark eyes with unusually black pupils starred in the distance as the vehicle motored along the road like a preying monster of death. Large, and lumbering it stalked like a hunting beast, slowly.
The two zombies that watched the rolling mass, sat shrouded behind a wall of dead and dying plants. The zombie lord his face intact all but an ear that was loss in the early zombie occupation. Mr. Ear, was his name, a name he took since he lost his, ears had become his favorite dish. The other was a shambling zombie that was quickly losing his grip on what little of humanity and thought was left to him. Soon he would be a beast, consumed with an unquenchable hunger, the nothing could sate or deter. At one point the poor victim of a zombies bite had hoped for the change into a lord, but that was not to be, still the former politician followed the zombie lord with absolute devotion - at least for a little longer.
“I’m sorry my lord,” said the zombie, haltingly - looking from side to side searching for the proper words, “please forgive me.”
Mr. Ear looked at him, with a sinister twitch. His eyes unwittingly moved to look at the untouched ears of the zombie beside him. His lips pursed as the bought of jealousy caused his mouth to water - or maybe he was just hungry.
“Think nothing of it Barny,” said the lord a smile forming on his mouth, “perhaps we will make you a lord yet.”
The twitching zombie, Barry’s face broke into a huge smile. A tooth dropped from his mouth, his gums unable to keep it locked within it’s mouth. “Thank you my Lord. Thank you.”
“Just run down their and kill the mirrorman,” said Mr. Ear casually.
Barny looked from from Mr. Ear to the zombie crusher and back again. Facing the zombie crusher was certain death, but if he could kill the mirrorman, he would be a zombie lord, near immortal. The ravaging affects of being a zombie stopped. And the hunger - the hunger for flesh would be sated. Catered flesh by ones such as he, the mere zombies.
Barny shambled down the embankment toward the zombie crusher, and behemoth of metal and power. He had played sports in a long ago life, he had been a fast runner. The distance - a scant 100 meters shouldn’t take him too long. But his legs didn’t work as well as they used to. His arms didn’t pump as they once did. The frantic gasps of air, sounded like the horrible gurgling of someone drowning. The zombie crusher stopped. He was almost to the door, not only would he kill the mirrorman, but he would feast on his flesh. He would be a lord.
The mirrorman stuck his steam pistol out the window of the zombie crusher and casually shot the lumbering zombie that slowly approached him. The body twitched headlessly on the bloody asphalt. If they every decided to attack en masse he would be in trouble, but so far he was safe.
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