“It’s over Grandpa. Sun’s coming up. We’ll be okay.”
Timmy’s Grandfather lay asleep on the duck blind’s floor. Yesterday, they’d been hunting and got lost. Couldn’t find the truck. Sun was going down when they saw the first in a forgotten graveyard.
These zombies were real. Fought them off while their ammo lasted. Grandpa got scratched, but they hid back in the blind. It’s over now.
“Grandpa?” Timmy shook the old man. “Wake up.”
Bloodshot eyes oozing yellow mucus snapped open. It grabbed Timmy’s arms fast.
“Grandpa, no!”
Just because the sun comes up doesn’t mean the monsters go away.
I wrote this for the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields writing challenge of 27 October 2017. The idea is to use the image above to inspire crafting a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is 100.
Decades ago, I saw the 1968 black and white film Night of the Living Dead on TV. I don’t like horror films beyond the old 1930s-1950s Universal horror films (Frankenstein, Werewolf, and such), but this was supposed to be a classic.
As expected, I was scared out of my wits and the movie has a tragic, ironic ending. Today, television is full of zombie-type shows, and I refuse to watch any of them. But it is “Halloween week” and horror stories are expected, so I thought I’d create one (though it’s not my first).
Poor Timmy.
To read other stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.
Scary stuff!
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As scary as I could make it in 100 words. Thanks.
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He needs to get him gramps outside, into the sunshine. Or perhaps just run…
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Run. Sunlight won’t stop a zombie.
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Poor Timmy indeed, I don’t see him getting out of this one!
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He doesn’t, Iain. He’s Zombie Grandpa’s en·trée.
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Run, Timmy, run!
Horrific story. James.
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Thanks, Rochelle.
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I remember that ending! Yes, you stick with a character all the way along and then … Poor Timmy. But then the weak, the young, the old, the infirm will be the first to fall when the Zombie Apocalypse hits. I’ve always thought I’d be one of the opening rounds of zombie fodder you see in these movies, part of the human flood that dies in the first reel. Happy Halloween!
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They lasted longer than they would if they hadn’t been carrying loaded shotguns. Thanks, Lynn.
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Very true! 🙂
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Poor Grandpa! Now, who will look after Timmy? It seems he has some pretty fast growing up to do!
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Grandpa will “take care” of Timmy by consuming him, Madison. I can’t always write happy endings.
I have written two other zombie stories, the very short Never Bother Sally When She’s Eating and the longer When Sean Met Sally. The latter tale is part of a series, one about a vampire named Sean Becker who works for a private detective in Los Angeles. He’s investigating missing teenagers and discovers they’ve been kidnapped and slowly consumed by a Zombie. Check them out if you like the genre.
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Thats the part I was referring to… I think Timmy needs to quickly learn how to use a knife! Im assuming a knife to the brain will kill your zombies, like in the Walking Dead.
I will have a read! My normal genre is psychological thrillers but I love to swap genres around too!
Thank you
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Poor Timmy! BTW, most of your Timmy’s get a not-so-good endings. (Going back to your Dragonworld, or have I got my names mixed up?)
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You might. No Timmy in that story as I recall. I picked Timmy because it had that 1950s/1960s feel for a youngster in keeping with the 1968 movie “Night of the Living Dead”. I usually don’t kill kids in my stories, but this had to be an exception.
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Well, that;s good then. (not for this Timmy though!) One Timmy that I cannot forget is the one from Famous Five.
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Oh how interesting. A series of books written by Enid Blyton with the first one published in 1942. Never heard of them before.
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Naughty James frightened Mike 😨
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Welcome to Halloween, Mike.
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Grandpa’s gone zombie… That’s something to wake up to.
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And die to.
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Well, yuck! (In a good way.)
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Scared me to the bone… great story.
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Thanks. It’s amazing what you can do with just 100 words, Jelli.
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Where’s Lassie when you need her?
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Alas, she has succumbed herself: http://zombieportraits.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/zombie-art-zombie-dog-smile.jpg
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Absolutely love that last line. Nice build up in tension in this.
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Thanks much.
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Yep. Daylight doesn’t necessarily mean it’s safe. Gotta watch out for those scratches.
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Indeed, Alice. I was afraid that a 100 word limit would force me to reveal too much too soon, but judging on some of the other comments, it all seemed to have worked out okay. Thanks.
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Poor Timmy! They should never have left Lassie behind! But seriously, well done. Scary stuff for the season.
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It’s supposed to be a scary season, Sascha. Thanks.
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Your last line is true of so many things in life. Brilliant.
Click to read my FriFic!
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Thanks, Keith.
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That was a shocker! Nicely done.
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Thanks, Clare. It’s what I was going for.
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I could see the ending coming but it still made me jump. Dang those Hammer House of Horror films from the eighties!
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Yeah, they always jump started your heart. Thanks, Kelvin.
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As soon as you said Grandpa had been scratched, I was immediately hesitant to read what came next – and with good cause, oh no! Great one for the Halloween season, James!
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Thanks, Joy. Yeah, I had to include the detail and I knew it would give the ending away.
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Not giving it away, my friend: foreshadowing!
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Nice one! As soon as I read “Grandpa got scratched” I thought, uh-oh…
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Uh oh is right. Thanks.
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Loved the last line. Poor Timmy has no chance, I guess.
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Sadly, No. Thanks, Norma.
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You build the tension well in this horror story. Skilfully done, James!
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Thanks, Penny.
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Poor Timmy, Yes!!! I too dislike horror stories. But this one is unique – its just 100 words. Well written!
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100 words shouldn’t be *too* scary, Fluid. 😉 Thanks.
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eeks….. so perfect for Halloween week…
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oh and I also never watch or read horror- but your little piece was well done – very
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Thanks, prior.
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Oh the horror! I feel for Timmy, his only companion and protector is now out for his blood. Guess he’d have to kill his Gramps to save himself? *shivers
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If Timmy gets away that is. Thanks, Fatima.
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Oh, oh. The story gave me the creeps. Extremely well-written as always, James.
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Thanks, Lavanya. Happy Halloween.
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Oh, no! Poor Timmy!
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Yes, he meets a bad end. Thanks.
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Suitably scary and yukky tale for Halloween. Well done.
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Thanks, Michael. I agree. Zombies are pretty yucky. It’s why I prefer vampires. 😉
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Perfect!
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When I read Gramps had been scratched, I knew Timmy was done for. Unless he is strong enough to pull away…
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Oh no, Dale. Timmy is zombie food. Thanks. 😉
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Well… a girl can hope… 😉
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And the attempt was excellent! Sorry you don’t care for them.
I have a short novella called “Keeping Watch”. It is outlined in my blog, listed in a set of about 18 posts. it became more of a character study and would be rated PG13 today, I imagine. It is zombies, but as always, with a bit of a twist. I fell in love with Caroline. You might try.
Scott
Mine: https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2017/10/31/reckoning-friday-fictioneers/
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Guess we all have our preferences, Scott. I’ll take a look when I get a moment. Thanks.
Oh, in a comment above, I mentioned that written zombie related fiction before.
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I will look as well.
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