Y’all know the drill by now, our good host, Madison Woods gives us a photo prompt to work from and we write a 100-word story based on said photo.

Here is this week’s image:


Her story is here: http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/you-wanna-piece-a-me-100-words/

There, we comment on her work and leave a link to our own. It’s helped build a wonderful little community of writers, one that I’m very happy to be a part of.

Anyway, enough babbling. My story for this week starts here…



The world is black and white. Always has been. The streets are empty of people but full of debris and destruction.

     A shifting, waving stream of red flows through the air from around the next corner, reaching my nose and filling me with a sense of dread.

     Red is the colour of death.

     My interest is piqued, however, and I’m compelled to investigate. Slowly, softly, I pad to the corner with my nose to the ground, following the scent.

     Peaking round the corner, I see my dread come to fruition.

     The dead walk.


     And they are hungry.




Please feel free to leave any feedback, as I’m always looking to learn!