I didn't win (I would have written here if I had!) but since I didn't, it means I can post it here!
I'm totally late with posting it, and I could have shared this at a more appropriate time of the year, such as Halloween, but for those of you needing a break from Christmas shenanigans, here is a story about zombies.
Warning: This is not a pleasant story.
D.C.
Scott was having the time of his life.
He was also dead.
No thoughts, no feelings and no responsibilities dampened
his spirit. Scott knew only desire and instinct: desire for flesh, for food,
instinct to hunt and conquer. It was like a never-ending stag weekend.
It was the desire that changed things. As Scott lurched down
a shadowy alleyway one evening, a busty woman fell to the ground ahead. Scott’s
gut growled, stomach digesting itself for lack of food. Hungry as he was, his
craving for food was squashed by a primal instinct to take the woman as his
own. All men had needs—even the dead ones, and his body hadn’t yet forgotten
the desires of living men. He felt no concern or pity, thought not of her
wellbeing or even of his own. Scott staggered towards her.
That was when the humans attacked.
