The Bookshop – A Flash Fiction Zombie Story

20 Mar

I don’t feel hungry anymore; I haven’t since yesterday morning. I guess after a while your body just gives up expecting food. It must be different with water though because my thirst keeps getting worse. I need to do something about it or it’ll drive me mad but that would mean going outside; Mark did that the day before yesterday and he hadn’t made it more than a few feet. I’d rather die in here than go outside and face them – but god I need something: beer, wine, Coke, anything. Hell, I’d probably even take a Pepsi. This thought makes me laugh. The old world’s gone and yet the advertisers still have their hooks in me.

There’s a half-hearted bang on the security shutter: they know I’m in here but they also seem to sense I’m close to death because they’re losing interest. At first, when I was still strong, they hammered on it almost continuously and I was sure they were going to break through. Mark was still here then so maybe that had something to do with it. We’d worked together in our tiny bookshop for six years and while we’d never had many customers, enough came through the door to keep us afloat; just. At first we thought we’d got lucky, getting the shutter down in time to stop any of them getting in but after a few hours we realised we should have run the moment they first appeared. Instead we’d locked ourselves in and we were now trapped in a room filled with nothing but books and they wouldn’t help us survive; I know because I tried eating a couple of pages from The Raven on the third day to see if it would ease my hunger – It didn’t; it just made my stomach hurt. That’s when Mark got the idea of making a break for it into his head. I did my best to talk him out of it but his mind was set, so as quietly as possible we’d inched the shutter up just enough for him to slide underneath before I slammed it down again, and that was the end of Mark.

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I’ve been sitting with my back against the counter for almost a day now; too weak to move. I wonder how many others there are like me: trapped and dying while they roam the streets outside. How many, like Mark, had tried to run? How many had been killed? I’m guessing all of them. Yesterday, when I could still stand, I’d peeked through the little gap in the shutter. I found if I moved my head around I could see most of the street. I could see where the pieces of Mark’s body were strewn across the pavement. Much of his flesh was gone, either torn off as he was killed or chewed off when they fed on him afterwards. I saw two of them too: crouched down, picking away at his skull. One poked at it with a bony finger causing Mark’s left eye to pop from its socket. It dangled there for a moment, swinging back and forth, before it was bitten off and swallowed.

A thought occurs to me: it mightn’t have been painless but at least Mark’s death was quick. If I was braver I’d pull up the shutter and take my chances with them rather than just sitting here, doing nothing other than dying; but I’m not – I never have been. All I can do is wait for death to come and wonder how long it will be before I’m finally free.

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Flash (or micro) fiction aims to tell a whole story within a specific short word limit. For this one, the target was 600 words and I think it comes in at 598 so I was pretty close. A PDF of this story can be downloaded from here.


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From the author of For Those In Peril On The Sea, a tale of post-apocalyptic survival in a world where zombie-like infected rule the land and all the last few human survivors can do is stay on their boats and try to survive. Now available in the UK, and available as an ebook and in print in the US from the 21st March 2013. Click here or visit www.forthoseinperil.net to find out more.

To read the Foreword Clarion Review (where it scored five stars out of five) of For Those In Peril On The Sea click here or visit https://www.forewordreviews.com/reviews/for-those-in-peril-on-the-sea/

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2 Responses to “The Bookshop – A Flash Fiction Zombie Story”

  1. jkholmes92 20/03/2013 at 15:35 #

    I want to know what happens next!!

    • cmdrysdale 20/03/2013 at 16:00 #

      Good to know you liked the story.

      I must admit I hadn’t really thought about what might happen to the main character after this little snapshot into their world. I know this is a bit of a cop out but if you have any interesting ideas, maybe you could have a go at taking it into the next ‘chapter’ and post it on your blog (say the next 600 words as this was the target length of the original one)? It would be intriguing to see what direction you might take it in. Are you up for the challenge?

      If you choose to take it on, feel free to post a link to it as a comment here so others can read it too and no worries if you’re not (it was just a thought since I know from your blog profile that you are a writer too).

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