In the basement, my flashlight reveals a woman with skin pale and clammy, peeling in places where the infection has spread and bleeding where a coil of chains trap her to a wall. She watches me silently and in her black, black eyes, I see something uncanny unfold, almost as if behind the folds of a rotting brain, a nefarious plan takes root.
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ZombieHorde: Zombie Snacks
HorrorTwo sentence zombie stories, each of which should take no more than five seconds to read. The shortest of the short and most definitely snack-sized tales for the zombie in you! Original works of microfiction.