I woke up in a middle of a clearing. Several people I knew were waking up next to me. There were several pathways, the walls full of groceries.
As we assembled together, several of us went into each pathway; there were at least 10. We were to bring back supplies.
My group walked into one. When we stopped, we saw the frozen food aisle. Fish stick boxes were thrown on the ground.
There were three girls, slightly floating above the ground. They all had black matted hair, hiding their faces. Their clothes were bloody and raggedy.
One of the braver boys stepped up to talk to them, to ask for help. They looked up at him. Their hair moved and you could see their faces. They had sunken eye sockets with completely white eyes and pale skin. They leapt at him, revealing sharp teeth and nails.
He screamed as they attacked him, ripping his limbs off with their teeth and nails. Blood splattered everywhere. The girls finished quickly with him, his body lying on the floor limply, dead. They glanced up at us, their faces no longer pale; they were now as red as his blood.
The rest of the group scattered away, back to the clearing.
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Short Stories/Dreams
Proză scurtăHere's a book of short stories. I'll put in some of my freaky dreams and everything, including other genres such as romance and adventure, and some depressing feel stories. It might be a little gruesome, frightening, or downright mental. Don't call...
