Short stories

Alone

(507 words, short but sweet :] )

You go into your cabin and set down the chopped wood next to the fire place. You place one into the fire and straighten up looking at the mantel. You softly graze your fingers across the urn placed as the centerpiece. Muddy it read. You then placed your hands on the dog collar around the urn and sighed heavily. It was hard losing the only friend you had out here.

You walk over to the small dining table in the middle of the small home. You turn on the radio and hear loud static come from the radio. You flinch slightly before fiddling with the knob, sighing as the radio clears up and turns into a soft melody.

You turn to the kitchen very close by and start making your dinner. You look into the darkening forest outside as the venison you butchered yourself cooks. Watching as small critters go back to their own homes to go to bed.

Sighing, you turn around to the radio and start fiddling with the knob trying to find the news channel. You hear people's voices under the static and fiddle with the knob a little more.

The voices become clearer and you turn back around to finish cooking your dinner. You flip the venison and begin cooking some sweet potatoes, carrots and mushrooms.

The people on the radio aren't speaking clearly enough but it's sort of calming. So you leave it until you finish cooking your food and plating it up.

You turn around and pull out one of the seats from the table sit down with your plate, quite content. You reach over to the drawer a little further from you and get out your utensils and set them down finally going to fix the radio so you can hear what's happening on the outside world.

You turn the knob slowly and start to hear the people on the radio become more clearer. They sound panicked. Like something big is happening.

You listen as the lady in the radio hurriedly speaks about people eating others.

She talks about them running around and biting people.

She says that this is a catastrophe, that so many people are dying because of this disaster.

You listen, all your attention on the radio, your food long forgotten.

She sounds scared... no, terrified.

She finally says it,

Zombies.

You look at the radio, afraid.

You can't see pictures on the radio but you can imagine everyone being eaten by ravanging zombies.

All those people you knew before, being eaten and turned into zombies themselves.

Then you hear a sudden screaming from the radio.

You snap your head back to it and listen as they scream and cry for help.

Your eyes widen as you can hear someone scream "ZOMBIE! ZOMBIE IN THE STUDIO!!"

You hear things crash and even more screaming.

You quickly turn off the radio and everything becomes silent.

Only the soft crackle from the fire.

You look at the radio and start tearing up.

Your even more alone than you were before.