Stein Snippet #3

Annie pulled back the lid to the dumpster and threw her leg up onto the ledge to crawl inside. A hand shot up from inside the darkened container, slamming the top back down. Annie stumbled away, dropping the tin medical kit she carried under her arm.
“Mine, go ‘way!” The voice sounded like someone choking a dog after they just let it drink drain cleaner, low and coarse, more consonants then vowels.
The first of the zombies crashed into the wall at the mouth of the alley, clinging to the bricked wall with rotted fingers. One of the arms from his orange jump suit hung empty at its side. Annie guessed it for a paramedic or E.M.T. that came across the wrong patient. Their eyes locked on to each other’s in the little light the corridor provided as its eyes glazed over with the hunger.
“Pretty food.”
And there you have it. I'm still working on a title. Hope you enjoyed and come back next week to see what happens to Annie and the rat pack. Please, leave a comment before you go. They’re always appreciated.
Published on October 11, 2013 17:43
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