PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum
DETOUR
We'd been crawling for hours, the light ahead our only guide. I concentrated, imagining the cold beer, soft bed, and workshops.
The scarf wrapped tightly around my nose and mouth did little to filter the smell of blood, shit, or the decaying stench of wasting bodies.
Despite our efforts to carefully crawl over the dead below us. My gloveless hand always found that raw open wound, eye socket, or unidentifiable collection of tissue and fluids that would make my stomach lurch in revolt.
Zombie apocalypse my ass, the road to the 2016 World Horror Convention took a death defying detour!
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Yolanda Renee © 2015
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