Monday, May 28, 2012

Flash Fiction Episode 1: No More Running


“Humans were here. Find them.”
The ‘men’, or what may have once been men, kicked in the door of the empty house.  The small rental looked abandoned, and was scattered belongings were the only remaining residents. A broken cord phone. A bed with a toy story blanket. A Car. The forecaster babbled about clear skies despite the light drizzle outside, until one of the men put a heavy boot through the screen. The only sound was heavy feet on hardwood. One of the soldiers held up a stuffed animal to his mask, examining the dampness. The uniformed man turned to his superior, dictated by the numerous shiny badges on his uniform.
“Tears. They couldn’t be far off, Sir”
“Excellent. Soon we’ll finally cleanse the last of the human scum of this region.”
Suddenly, an explosion rocked the room
. Glass flew skywards, and a tattered skinny man jumped out of the thin wood paneling.
“No”
He swung a heavy fist at the captain, who parried the slow blow with ease
“More”
The man pushed the general and began throwing punches wildly. The other men dived in to pull him off, but it all seemed to happen in slow motion
“Running”
The only thing they found after was ash.

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