I’m alive…
Clawing through cobwebs of unconsciousness, I heard my grandmother’s voice – “Ryan, sweetheart, make sure you’re home in time for dinner, you don’t want to be out after dark…” The room slowly came into focus as the echoes of her voice faded.
The sole window allowed a rectangle of sunshine to explore bloodstained block walls, yet its penetrating warmth did little to prevent me from breaking out in a cold sweat as the memory of the events leading up to today, crashed reality’s gate. How is it I wasn’t killed in the park?
Taking a deep breath to clear the litter of emotional debris, I focused on my immediate situation…
Editor’s Note: This is the 7th installment of a zombie tale originating from my Six Sentence Story “Zombies and puppies”. It picks up from last week’s Six.
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Thank you, Paul!
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Ryan made it then, phew! But where is he now? How did he get there? Excellent suspense, D.
“The sole window allowed a rectangle of sunshine to explore bloodstained block walls” I like how you used the prompt this way.
The zombie train keeps going 😎
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Thanks, V.
Keeps “a-rolling all night long” 😎
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Gruesome choo-choos! 😎
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Spectacularly suspenseful, Denise! Love the phrase ‘…the litter of emotional debris…’
Thursdays are becoming a little scary when the zombie train rolls in, thanks to you and Ford!
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Thank you, Chris!
A little, huh? lol.
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‘Train, train, comin’ ’round the bend’
hey, you guys started it*
(Chris, now you remember how we talked about this… don’t encourage those two, they’re totally going to get worse. Which is, of course, more and more engaging in the serial story biz.)
Excellent Six.
Also liked the line about emotional debris.
*actually, your boy Ford totally started it**
** not that I disapprove, ‘cept now I gots the song, (‘Mystery Train’) in my head for the day***
*** the very excellent live version with Vince Gill, Albert Lee, James Burton, Keb Mo and, I kid you not, Earl Klugh
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Yeah, yeah, yeah 😆 **
Thank you, Clark. Was one of those little gems that write themselves. (we all got some, eh? debris. ‘course not to the extent of our guy Ryan, hopefully!)
Yes! A very good version! Am familiar.
**now in MY head….
(uh oh, “…in your head, in your head… zombie-ie-ie”.
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I like your description of coming back to consciousness described as “Clawing through cobwebs”. Having passed out before that is what it felt like coming back. I also like your phrase “crashed reality’s gate”.
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Thank you, Frank. Oh, dear! I hope it was nothing serious.
It’s nice to know I approximated the sensation. I was trying to imagine what it would feel like, given Ryan’s circumstances, to come to after whatever the heck happened after he was ambushed.
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It gets curiouser and curiouser, and that’s a good thing.
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Thank you, Mimi 🙂
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“Clear the litter of emotional debris” is brilliant. Hang in there, Ryan!
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Thanks, D. Ryan”s tougher than he thinks 😀
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A moments calm and time to think. But how long for?
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Exactly, Keith! Exactly. But that will turn out to be a good thing. I think, lol.
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Cool beans! This ‘threatens’ to be a great thriller. Cheers!
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Thanks, Susan! Cheers!
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This installment made me feel very…uncomfortable. A stellar six !
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Hm.. a good thing? lol Thank you, Liz!
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Keep it going! Excellent!
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Going to try! Thanks, Lisa!
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