User:Mallrat/Fiction

Thanks to Rosslessness, who thought of the non annual Rosslessness (Very) Short Story Contest.

Here's my entry:

One

It has been five years since the outbreak, and now I am alone.

Once I had friends, family, plans for a future: now I have none of these things. I cannot even afford the luxury of dreams.
Only nightmares remain.

Nightmares of the never-ending hunt, night and day, merging into a breathless chase, an endless game of fox and hounds.
The pack of hunters grows ever-larger: they lust for my blood, ache to see it spilt in the street, long to gorge their shining eyes on my spattered brains.

My heart broken, my soul lost, I stagger from safehouse to safehouse, but find neither safety nor a home.
The one consolation is that I have nothing left to lose - but I am beyond consolation now.

I am the last zombie on Earth, and they are coming.