The halls are empty, Quiet.
You can hear the distant groans of the dead outside.
There are three doors on each side of the hallway in front of you.
The only light is coming from the hole in the roof.
The sun is harsh and unforgiving during the day.
The cool night air is refreshing.
The smell of rotting corpses is dulled without the sun to accelerate it.
You slip on the rubble and fall to your knees.
The warm red blood shimmers on your freshly cut hands.
The glint of metal catches your eye.
You fumble with the familiar locket.
The door to your right pounds.
You drop the locket and it opens.
You look at the small photos.
The door bursts open.
Your little sister steps out.
Her blank eyes stare into yous.
YOU ARE READING
Little stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
