Couldn’t remember how we were chased down this dark sewage tunnel. I ran my guts out, might have slipped, but dared not pause a second. The zombies were fierce.
Kurt was limping behind, the creatures sprinting near. For a moment his face was revealed by the emergency light. Pale as death. Bloody eyes. Fading hope.
“Don’t stop!” I tried to shout but lost my voice. Suddenly I lost my footing, knocked my head in a puddle. Couldn’t move. They stomped past, leaving me untouched. Kurt was among them.
Lucky? Couldn’t think. The water reflected me a pair of bloody eyes.
by Arthur KC Chan
From: Friday Flash Fiction