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Ok, just to let you know, this is not my usual writing style. I wrote this little fic for my local library's annual scary story contest that I have been entering nearly every year since like the 5th grade. (ya i kno, you dont have to say it)
So, im not allowed to fucking curse in my damn story, nor am i allowed to make it particularly graphic. It can be set somewhat in the morningstar universe, but it has no real connections. (last thing i wanna do is rip off the Saga. ) so let me know what you think of it, ignoring the stunning lack of gore. What can be improved, in your opinion, whats good, and what just sucks. I'd really appreciate the feed back, and if anyone has any ideas for a title, let me know. Probably wont use it, but it might trigger a decent idea on my part. Ok so on to the story.


...oh and p.s. i wrote this like, half an hour ago. it's 1am so it's not quite as good as I'd like it to be.


I pulled Sonya along beside me, side stepping the toppled over garbage cans and collapsing old card board boxes in our wake. The putrid smell of rotting meat was growing faint as we neared the end of the alley way. It was even getting easier to ignore the ripping, chewing and feral growling noises we’d left behind in the Loaf n Jug.

We reached the end of the road that led onto the street and I stopped abruptly, almost causing Sonya to crash into my suddenly rigid back. With in a few seconds she regained her balance and leaned her head against my shoulder. I assumed she was simply tired after our long trek and mad dash from the store, that is, until she started to sob. I swung my hand backwards and stopped just in front of her face. "Shh!" I whispered, looking both ways down the street. It was clear, for now at least, with none of those things shambling about. I gave one last look, just to be sure, and turned to wrap my arms around Sonya.

"Shh. It’s ok little sister." I almost laughed at myself, she wasn’t very little after all. She was 16 now, only a year younger than me. "Everything’s gonna be alright." She pushed me away suddenly, a look of fury and depression marring her face.

"No it’s not!" she shrieked. "Those things ate that man Lacy! Just like they did to dad. And do you even remember what the news said last week? There are thousands of those things out there, and this was the last food place in town. How exactly is this gonna be ‘alright’?" The tears were streaming down her face now, and the look on her face had changed into utter hopelessness.

I hugged her again, wishing for the millionth time that we could be back home, before any of this had happened. But this was no time to get sentimental. "You cant give up hope Sony." I said, using my old nickname for her. "We’ve survived this long, and we’ll keep surviving until someone sorts this mess out." I smiled then, "Hey, maybe we’ll even..." but I couldn’t finish. A door banged open at the back of the Loaf n Jug. Those things had obviously finished chewing on the emaciated store clerk and remembered that we’d gotten away. I swore under my breath, picked up Sonya’s half full pack, grabed Sonya by the arm and took off down the side walk.

200 yards were all that separated us from the edge of town, and beyond that only a half mile between us and our truck. Those things weren’t exactly known for their speed, and there were only three of them following us for now, but we still needed to move fast, lest more of them hear something and catch on. The cold February sun gave plenty of light and no heat, but even so the perspiration broke out across my brow. However, wether that was from the run, or fear of the horrific things shambling after us, I still can’t be sure.

Half an hour’s jog found us back at our old, rusty red truck. Those things from the corner store had either gotten tiered or found something easier to chase after, because from what I could see they weren’t behind us anymore. I tossed both of our packs into the truck bed and was about to open the driver side door when I heard it. That all too familiar, low, empty moaning sound, and it was coming from the front of the truck. I had been careless, not checking all the way around before letting my guard down. I barley even had time to turn around before it grabed me.

I spun around and braced my hands against the thing’s chest, pushing it away as hard as I could. It gashed it’s teeth at me like a wild dog denied a bone, and reached for me with it’s ugly rotting hands. But for who knows what reason, I could only harbor one thought, that this thing, this horrible rotting monster, had been human once. A woman, with a family perhaps, certainly friends, maybe even children. But not now. Now she was a monster, something awful from a nightmare, something that shouldn’t even exist.

I knew my arms were about to give out even before they started to tremble, but if the ‘monster’ noticed, I couldn’t tell. It just kept snarling and reaching for me. With the last of my strength I pushed at the thing, but it wasn’t enough.

I was sure that this was the end, and I just hoped the thing focused on me long enough for Sonya to get away. I closed my eyes and waited for the thing to bite me, but as I fell I heard a sound. It was an ugly sound, like a branch breaking from a tree, and when I opened my eyes I saw Sonya standing next to the unmoving ‘monster,’ blood stained baseball bat at her side.

The road seemed a lot longer going back than it had when we’d driven down here, and for a long time we rode in silence. "We’re gonna make it." I said finally, though I’m not sure if I said it to Sonya or myself. Truth be told, I didn’t believe that anymore. We only had about two months supply of food back at the cabin, and that bite mark Sonya’d gotten back at the store didn’t look to good. "We’ll be ok." I said to Sonya’s sleeping form. I was pretty good at lying to myself, but I never do believe me.


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It's good. I particularly liked the ending with the bite comment thrown out to depress the reader...

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well thank you, i just cant bring myself to give any of my "scary" story entrys a happy ending


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