Into the Void

The dead lurch out of the darkness. They stagger forward with the insatiable hunger of the damned, taloned fingers clutching greedily for my face, my hair, my clothes.

I pull the shotgun trigger again and again, but it clicks empty.

Cornered, surrounded.

Exhausted.

I close my eyes, preparing for a bitter taste of dark immortality.

 

Hope Sullivan McMickle.

Into the Void is a post from: Adventure and Learning