Chris May's Blog (6)

Darkness. Comfort. Silence... Itching. Hurting. Hunger. Sounds. Open eyes.

The body that sat up now in the middle of an aisle of a supermarket had recently undergone a series of massive changes. The large, gaping chasms that riddled the trunk of the body let tattered flesh hang loose. There were blood stains on the clothes surrounding the wounds, but the actual bleeding had stopped. Arterial spray was splattered on cheap clothes and bits of gore and bone and tooth formed a sort of hellish… Continue

Marley was running at full speed when I looked up from my scavenging and got the bad news. I glanced behind her as she cut a swath through the middle of the clothing section of the supermarket we now stood in. Silhouettes moved behind her, hammering legs and pumping arms for speed - runners. "Oh, shit." I said to no one in particular as I dropped the t-shirts to the floor, turned, and fell in behind Marley.

With her running in front of me, we ran as… Continue

Just about finished Small Town Saturday: Part 3 and I'm gonna post it either tonight or tomorrow. Next to last entry in the series. Enjoy!!!

Kevin reached out and pulled the passenger door shut on the big truck and locked the doors. With another quick glance at the rearview, I could see the swaying silhouettes of five infected slowly making their way toward my garage door. I threw the gearshift into reverse, and floored the pedal. Thud, Thud-thud! The sound of three bodies being crushed beneath my wheels was pretty much music to my ears at this point. I continued backing out of the driveway, stopping when we were halfway in the… Continue

The early autumn air was cool and pleasant. Old, familiar smells like that of hay bales and burning leaves wafted on the breeze. Winds devoid of all moisture played with dry, crumpled leaves and scattered them about. Despite these comfortable regularities of nature, disturbing noises and rancid aromas assimilated themselves into the backdrop of a Saturday night in the American South. The lonely, needing moans of an infected man could be heard from a couple of blocks away. The smell of decay… Continue

When is the deadline for material for this site? I've looked around to try and find out how much time we all have, but haven't had any luck. Is it open-ended, or is there in fact a specific end date? Thanks all.