Wayne Baillie
Stories (2/0)
Do you really want to know? Chapter 2
I didn't really want to know. I shot my daughter, Annie, between the eyes as a kindness. Her body would no longer do things that would have repulsed her in life. The kindness of my intention did not lessen my sorrow. Now I am running from a herd of zombies. I do not look back as that would slow me down. They sounded like they were getting closer. Probably because sobbing makes it hard to run. I saw an exit door on the back wall. I know if I tried to use it and it didn't open, I would lose the last race I ever ran in life. I made the mistake that teenagers make in horror films and went up the stairs. The second floor wasn't a full floor. It was a row of offices and some storage space with a railing that let you look down on the activity below. I knew running into an office would be a dead end, literally. I ran to the rail, grabbed it and jumped over while hanging on.
By Wayne Baillie3 years ago in Horror
Do you really want to know?
I wake up, the smell of the garbage rotting in the July heat almost overpowering. I hold back the urge to retch, I pinch my nose shut and take deep breaths through my mouth to calm down. I look at the light seeping in through the cracks in the doors. I pull the stick from under the metal edge and though the U brackets I installed on the doors. I listen and I don't hear them, I lift the door and look around. No one is sight. I climb out of the dumpster. I chose this dumpster because there is a fire escape above it. This is my other way to escape if jumping down to the street was not an option.
By Wayne Baillie3 years ago in Horror