Phone
Ash held the phone tightly in her hand. She stole it from a dead old lady. There was a prank text on it when she stole it…at least she thought it was a prank. Everyone she knew had started to drop dead all around her. She sat in the corner of her room, cowering in fear. The lightning flashed hard outside of her window as she grabbed her bags. She would leave. She would not stay and die like everybody else. Her phone vibrated in her hand and with sweaty palms, she flipped the top open. As she opened her tightly closed eyes, the world began turning black. She dropped to the floor, not ever seeing what the message on the phone was. A little girl with black hair skipped to the dead body of Ash. She picked the phone up and read the message out loud, “You are next.”
