The masses of undead shimmied their hands through the iron bars, their groans growing desperate with hunger. I leaned against the furthest wall and smiled, knowing if I should die trapped in my own prison, at least I would not turn into one of them.
ZombieHorde: Zombie Snacks
By ZombieHorde
Two sentence zombie stories, each of which should take no more than five seconds to read. The shortest of the... More