One Shots

-Two of a Kind-

Writing Prompt
Inspired by Tumblr
(Mmm cake)

<can a zombie and a spirt come from the same person?>

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"Stay the fuck away!" I yelled, fingers pushing against trigger over and over and over again with awful aim.

"Fuck off!"

Bang! A stray bullet flew past one of them and, by mere sheer luck, embedded itself straight through the head of another.

"Die! Die! Die!" I continue to run in an almost comical sideways walk style. "Just die already!"

In a fit of nerves and panic, I did the one most stupidest thing that only ever happens in movies.

Yeah. That's right, you guessed it.

I tripped.

Got too cocky and held the 42 caliber in one hand. The recoil was far more than my weight could handle.

My feet, bless them for taking me this far, kicked over each other with amazing sense of coordination and before I registered it, the side of my face dipped; pulled into a dance with the cracked concrete road.

I allowed myself a nanosecond of weakness, or being-a-whiny-bitch, and groaned.

Groggily, like I just woke up, I pushed myself off the ground and blinked multiple times to clear my vision.

My feet moved unconsciously, and partially due to instinct, attempting to create a distance between me and the Eaters. There were at least a few meters away, and inching closer with every passing second.

I swallow down the urge to throw up. God they were hideous.

One male Eater, or was male, who was in the lead, was dressed in raggedy torn jeans with so much blood splatter, it painted over the original dark blue. It's shirt was in no better condition. It's face now blotched with skin torn open to reveal white cheek bones with bits of flesh clung to it. It had only one eyeball, that was dangling out its socket by entrails that made the eye bob every time it moved.

The rest shuffling behind him were just as worse, if not, worser.

Pushing off the balls of my feet, I ran. Away from those.. Things. Things that were once human.

Those could have a father, a brother, a son. Even a grandfather. They could have been relatives, aunts or classmates.

Could have.

Whatever's left of them, it's gone.

A huff a breath of hot air and did a 180 degree spin around, still in motion, and checked. Good. They're far away. No chance of getting their vile mouth near me-

"Oh what the- FUCK!"

Spoke too soon.

3 seconds too soon.

Pivoting back around, I didn't see it till I was too late.

She -or it- was silent. So very silent. Like it possessed the intelligence to sneak up and strike. I didn't see her. Lurking and waiting behind one of the broken down cars, grunting softly once in a while, shifting -inching- nearer and nearer as I ran forward.