Annie Walls

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he gasps so close to my ear I can feel his breath, a deep voice reverberating through my body. He has a soothing soft southern accent as if his family lived in the south for generations. He puts more pressure on my head effectively diminishing the soothing part. I also hope that’s a gun pressed against my thigh. For that, I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of backing down easy.”

“Blood is pounding in my ears. Lingering smoke and tequila fill my nostrils as adrenaline courses through my veins. My lips curl into a smile. The only thing that would make this night more perfect is if I had killed some zombies.”

“You should just expect the worst. The world just isn’t what it used to be.”

“The buzzards wait for it to die, not knowing that it’s already dead. By the number of them, they have been waiting a long time.”

“My neighbors have long since left, or they are dead. Some I killed. It was either kill or be eaten alive, which is not on my top-ten list of ways to die.”