Darkness crept towards the pond as the sun sank beyond the far hills. Harry looked around nervously, expecting evil creatures of all sorts to leap out from the underbrush. The fading glory of orange and pink streaking the sky couldn’t hold his attention as he strained for every sound coming from the shadowy woods.
They had told him not to be out after dark. But did he listen? No. And now here was, the light leaving him and he had miles to go to camp. What had he been thinking? No girl was worth this. Suddenly, he wondered if he had been played. Was there a faction in the camp that wanted him gone?
Abruptly, he realized that it didn’t matter. He was surrounded. How had they done that? For creatures with no brains, they were quick and cunning. That was about Harry’s last thought at the zombies shambled forward. He went down swinging, but he still went down.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers rides again! I used a total of 159 words this time around. Thanks to Priceless Joy for our prompt again this week and for being our fearless leader! Check out all the other stories inspired by the picture.