 Tonights posts comes to us from the amazingly creepy LE Jamez. I shouldn't say that really, she's incredibly lovely to be honest, but she does have a very twisted imagination. Tonight, instead of just telling you all about her and how amazing her writing is, I'm going to let her words do the talking in the way of her brilliant flash fiction piece. (written especially for us!) Be warned... this story is insane. Totally messed with my head! (In a good way of course) Tomorrow night I'll let you meet her properly, but for tonight...go forth and read! Hope I couldn't remember exactly how it happened, when the world changed; just that one day almost everyone else seemed different and I was on my own. I had left my house in the country and met several others like me on the roads into town. An ex-teacher I soon found myself responsible for the few children we found; in the space of a couple weeks I had gone from single girl to mother of several. It seemed to effect the children worse than us adults; they didn't understand how much danger we were now in and keeping track of them was a constant battle. We had survived as a group for a while, scavenging houses, supermarkets, wherever we thought food might be available but it was getting harder; they had started hunting us. Just the other day we had come across a pack of eight and despite our numbers being in the mid twenties, we stood no chance. They were faster and more organised; working as a unit they took down several of us. I had no choice but to grab the nearest kids and make a break for it. If others had to die to allow the children to live then so be it, I had lost my humanity as well as most of my emotions long a go. I took the kids and ran as far and as fast as I could; by chance we were not followed and I managed to find an abandoned house, but unluckily it was in a residential area that had already been picked clean of any food I might have been able to scavenge for my wards. So here we were, sitting waiting for the darkness to descend so I could leave the children and try to find food; it had been a few days since I had eaten anything at all and the energy the children had obtained from their last meal was fading fast. It was then that I heard them; moving from street to street, house to house, it would not be long before we were caught and I had no idea what they would do. Gathering the children together I explained the situation as best as I could; I would try and fight them off, giving the kids one more chance to survive, no matter the cost to myself. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The zombie was finally down, she had put up an amazing fight, much more than the others and no one could understand why. Until 2 children, clearly uninfected, had been found huddled together in the gloom of the house. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * LE Jamez is a writer with a sharp wit, ready pen, and love of the macabre. Her website, www.officemango.com, contains many examples of her work, some gruesome, most creepy and plenty that will give you sleepless nights.
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