The Undead Ending

(We’re practicing taking the SSAT as a family, and this is the story I wrote. Wow, 25 minutes feels like an eternity when you’re starting and is no-where near long enough at the 5-minute warning…)

The Undead Ending (a short story)

The silence was overwhelming. I tried not to add any noise to it and kept my steps slow and light so as not to attract them.

This was my third round going out from my shelter. I knew before the day was over I’d need more supplies; even hiding and moving slowly when you’re scared out of your wits takes a lot of energy. Plus the bandage on my wrist was a standing reminder of my injury this morning where I fell due to a bad roll.

Slowly walking up the side of what I almost thought of as ‘my’ street, I paused to listen and look. Suddenly the blocky storefronts and straight city blocks reminded me of Minecraft, and I let out a short burst of laughter at the comparison to my situation.

Oh, crap. What was that?

I’d learned early on that they were attracted to sounds of almost all kinds. That laugh was probably loud enough to attract someone – or should I say something, since while they may still look like my gaming friends, they’re not.

The Zombie Flu came on suddenly and swiftly, and it was… well, none of that matters now that I hear some shuffling from the storefront on my left – and now I can see one down the street behind me! Where to go?

Augh! There’s a handy fire escape across the street, but I can’t climb – the bandage on my wrist reminds me of that.

Walking fast down the street, I’m hoping to get past their slow walk before their inevitable moaning attracts more.

Ah-ha, an alley just ahead, and I’m far enough ahead of the shambling to make it around the corner without much chance of being spotted. Now I just need to find the crate that’s always in this kind of alley to hide out in until they shuffle by and forget me.

Here it is – open it up quietly, quietly! Glance behind me at the alley entrance, good, they haven’t seen me. Reach inside the crate for the convenient hiding blanket I know is in there, and… hear the moan just as the zombie lying under the blanket bites into my uninjured wrist.

Rats.

Well, round three was fun as a human character. Now I get to play as a zombie with my friends for round four and listen for sounds in the silence!

Merry Christmas!

For those who celebrate that kind of thing, anyway.

If it were just one store doing it, just one store, I’d think they’re off their rocker, and wouldn’t shop there. And if two stores, two stores put up Christmas displays, in harmony, I’d think they’re both crazy and walk on out of there. And if three stores do it, three, can you imagine three stores with pre-lit Christmas trees in the middle of Indian Summer all decorated out, I’d think they’re getting organized and in cahoots with each other.

But if all these stores – can you imagine, I mean, I’ve seen all these stores all decorated up with Christmas goods, and walking by pre-lit Christmas trees, and I keep walking out – well, friends, you may think it’s a movement. The overly commercialized, anti-Halloween massacre movement, pushing out all the goodly chocolate of the night and wiggling skeletons and scary masks from the stores, just to sell you more strands of lights practically all year round.

HT 2 UH from AppleFoot as well for spotting Sears’ pre-lit trees complete with legwarmers.

All I want for Christmas is my planetapache.org back…