Monday, April 13, 2009

Come Out and Play

Come Out and Play
By Scott Wilson
Word Count:150

Arnold grasped the door handle tightly, pulling against it with all the strength his weak little arms could muster. Outside the sound of brittle finger nails snapping as they scrapped and scratched against the door, threatening to claw their way through and tear at Arnold’s pale, soft flesh.

“Leave me alone!” he yelled.

The clawing stopped.

Arnold raised his head to peer out of the security peephole. There were still four of them outside, waiting for a chance to play with him.

“Uurgh,” came the reply in a low and gurgling raspy guttural tone.

“Please,” Arnold whimpered. “Just go away.”

The clawing stopped again.

Arnold looked again. This time he could not see anyone.

“Just board the sucker in,” one of the four men in the hall outside Arnold’s dormitory room said. “Freakin’ zombie will starve to death if it can’t get out.”

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