Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday Snippet - 09/14/13
Well, here we are again. Another dose of Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday fun. I finished up the last short story I shared a couple weeks ago, Snips And Snails, and I had a lot of fun doing it. While I'm waiting for the release date of my novel, Welcome To GreenGrass, to get closer, I was deciding what to share next. I decided to take a page out of T.K.'s playbook and just run with it on a week to week basis, so I sat down and cranked out a few paragraphs. I'm not a pantster by any means but I figured it would be a fun exercise. No title yet - just some fun zombie rampaging. I have a kinda cool idea where I want it go but we'll see where it goes. Hope you enjoy! Go check out all the great writers over at SciFiFanSat.blogspot.com. You'll be glad you did.
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Whoever said always turn left and you’ll never get lost, never had a pack of rampaging zombies chasing them through the back alleys in the middle of the night. Annie sprinted right at the next corner, changing her path and, she hoped, her outcome. She knew better than to scavenge that late but Zach’s arm wasn’t healing and without some type of medicine, he was a walking advertisement for the meat patrols. She pulled an old pizza rack down behind her as she ran. Another universal un-truth - the undead sauntered along, dragging wayward appendage in their wake, was a crock. They were fast…and hungry, always a bad combination.
One of the rabid corpses tumbled into the metal shelving she toppled, the crash echoing down the alley. The rest of the pack shrieked as their meal gained some much needed distance.
The boy wasn’t her responsibility, she knew that, but in a world that had forgotten how to care for one another, Zach became her line in the sand. If she let him down, she feared she’d loose what was left of her own humanity.___________________________________________________________________________________ Well? I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you thought by leaving a comment. They're one of the best parts of contributing to SFFSat. Enjoy the weekend!
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Whoever said always turn left and you’ll never get lost, never had a pack of rampaging zombies chasing them through the back alleys in the middle of the night. Annie sprinted right at the next corner, changing her path and, she hoped, her outcome. She knew better than to scavenge that late but Zach’s arm wasn’t healing and without some type of medicine, he was a walking advertisement for the meat patrols. She pulled an old pizza rack down behind her as she ran. Another universal un-truth - the undead sauntered along, dragging wayward appendage in their wake, was a crock. They were fast…and hungry, always a bad combination.
One of the rabid corpses tumbled into the metal shelving she toppled, the crash echoing down the alley. The rest of the pack shrieked as their meal gained some much needed distance.
The boy wasn’t her responsibility, she knew that, but in a world that had forgotten how to care for one another, Zach became her line in the sand. If she let him down, she feared she’d loose what was left of her own humanity.___________________________________________________________________________________ Well? I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you thought by leaving a comment. They're one of the best parts of contributing to SFFSat. Enjoy the weekend!
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