The Sack

The four of them moved down the empty street slowly, guns in hand, scanning the darkness, dragging a moving sack between them.

“I don’t think coming back here was a good idea Joe” whispered the tall skinny one, over the sounds of muffled sobbing coming from the sack

“Shut up, now ain’t the time to puss out” Joe whispered back.

“Im not pussing out Joe, I just don’t think this is a good idea”

“Well were almost there, so you ain’t leaving”

Up ahead a large building loomed out of the darkness. Figures moved around behind the darkened windows.

“Fuuuuck, its packed” whispered the tall one.

Joe smiled, shouldered his weapon, reached for the sack and said “Well, this is why we brought the bait.”

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2 Responses to The Sack

  1. Matt says:

    The bloated carcass of an overweight banker stumbled past one of the lower windows. The bank was quiet, a vault of death, despite the apparent movement inside.

    The tall man, with his view over the heads of the others, could see strangely clear in the darkness, and he counted the straining buttons on the banker’s shirt in attempts to calm his nerve. It wasn’t a good idea to come back, even with the bait. Bait wouldn’t stop the zombies for long.

    Then a clanking sounded out in the still night air. Clank. Clank. Clank.

    “Joe, do you hear that?”

    “Of course I hear that, you shit, think I”m deaf?”

    “What do you think it is?”

    “There!” cried out the man wearing a hat. “In the left-most window.”

    The tall man scanned the panes of glass until he spotted what the other had already seen. A corpse had found them and was pounding rhythmically into the glass, trying to get through. Trying to get to them.

    The men all looked at the bait, still whimpering quietly, each wondering to himself if it would be enough. That’s when the tall man sensed a pause in the activity veiled by darkness, and looking at the bank he found a hundred deceased men and women staring at them, clustered together in the wide windows. In every window; watching them. Wanting them.

    Clank.

    Clank…Clank. Clank-clank-clank Clank-clank. Clankclank.

    ClankclankclankClankclankclankclankClankCLANKclankCLANKClankCLANKCLANK

  2. Survivalist guy says:

    Good one Matt

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