The bone of his palm scratched the glass. Her cheek bone did the same. They could see the survivors on the other side, guns at the ready in case of a breach. Tommy looked to Carrie and made a guttural grunt. She grunted back in the way that only lovers can. He turned and pushed his way through the gathered mass of undead that were busily in the various stages of unnatural leprosy.
They stumbled through the streets. They scavenged a leg. Tommy started at the knee meat whilst Carrie worked upwards from the toes until they met at the shin with a kiss. She passed him his lower lip back and he ate it. They nodded to each other.
They still remembered the pact, the one they'd made when people had started getting vertical after getting dead. They'd made a proper night of it. Flowers, candles, wine, good food, good fucking and then readying themselves to partake in a little lover's suicide pact, neither wanting to end up one of the abominations. What they got was being made a desert of by the next door neighbour who let themselves in and chewed the infection into them.
They'd tried to kill each other repeatedly, each time however they got up. They'd gone to the mall in the hopes of getting the survivors to do the job proper. Then a couple of hundred other zombies had pitched up and ruined shit.
Tommy made a couple of other grunts. Carrie showed him her middle finger before putting it in her purse and following him towards the gun shop. They both knew that there'd be survivors there.
Tommy launched rocks at the slats of metal that had been drawn down to shield the windows.
He grunted. Carrie took his hand in hers and they waited. They didn't wait long.
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Word count: maximum 1.000
* The story must be a romance between two zombies. Make it as horrific as you like. ;)
* Stories containing animal cruelty, torture, graphic sex or violence, any form of exaltation of violence, racism or other forms of prejudice will be immediately disqualified.
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Zombie Luv Flash Fic Contest: Story Title
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The start was like the undead version of the lady and the tramp. Fucking ace, mate. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteA nice, tough addition to the pile. I enjoyed the solid attitude to this and quick ending.
ReplyDeleteCheers.
Scrumptious. LOL!
ReplyDeleteThanks peeps, I noticed everyone was having a go and didn't want to feel left out.
ReplyDeleteHa! That's the way I love to start my Friday morning, you old romantic you. How sweet.
ReplyDeleteLoved the line "...when people had started getting vertical after getting dead".
Lee, a fantastic take on romance!! As Erin said, a great snappy ending made this well worth the read!
ReplyDeleteGot a feeling the profanity in the title might earn me disqualification, but I don't really give a fuck lol
ReplyDeleteYou're on! :D
ReplyDeleteI like a story that delegates the end to the reader, and I like the title of this one.
ReplyDeleteI think the title profanity just speaks to the contents of the pact in the story. Well written and funny...stands up well with the others I've read in the competiton. A nice noir feel, in fact, that makes it stand out. Good job, Lee.
ReplyDeleteQuality.
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ReplyDeleteRe Zombies fucking: wait for it..here it comes..Do they Bone each other?? Sorry had to do it mate..
ReplyDeleteMike it's fucking impossible to lower the tone of this blog, but thanks for trying lol.
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