In the DarknessA Story by Michael Mendez
His heart seemed like it was beating a thousand times per second. Everyone he knew was gone in an instant. So many emotions running through him he didn't know either to cry for his fallen friends or to scream in agony for the broken arm he suffered from falling as he was being chased. Somehow he managed to flee and was now cooped up on the third floor of an abandoned department store.
He knew he didn't have much time until the store was overrun. His only option was to try and make his way down through the dark, infested building. There was no other choice, his life depended on it. He clenched his mangled arm and made his way down the rusted escalator. He had to move at a slow pace to not attract any attention and because his arm hurt like hell. With each step it was as if someone had his arm in a clamp and kept tightening. The second floor, from what he could see in the dark, was cluttered with clothes racks, mannequins, and perfume kiosks. He could use all the clutter to his advantage to hide behind but he also had to be cautious because he wasn't sure what could pop out at him at any corner. Exit signs still shining were his only guide through the large room. The hair on the back of his neck started to stand and the bumps on his arms started to rise. He was halfway across when he heard a noise. BANG! A metal clothes rack was toppled over towards the back of the room. He picked up his pace ignoring the severe pain his arm was telling him. CRASH! Mannequins were knocked over about 20 yards to the right causing him to sprint to the left. His path led him through more racks of clothes. He had to bob and weave through the aisles to avoid running into shoe displays. It felt like an eternity, but he finally made it to the exit. Still panting and trying to regain his breath he extended his arm out to push the door open. It was stuck. He pushed and pushed to no avail. The noises started to become louder and heading towards his direction. He put his shoulder to the door and it still wouldn't budge. He turned back and saw the silhouettes of the undead creatures. His heart felt like it was coming out of his chest. With all of his might he managed to burst the door open with a kick. He tumbled through the doorway and got to his feet to slam the door closed again. He put all of his weight to the door preparing for impact but it never came. "Holy s**t, I really got away," he frantically said to himself. He was now in a hallway completely submerged by the darkness. Slowly he made his way down the corridor. He kept his good arm out so he wouldn't bump into anything and his fractured arm to his side. A couple more steps and he felt his arm touch something in front of him. He jumped back and heard heavy breathing coming from directly ahead. His heart jumped in his chest. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! He spun away but felt a cold hand clench his maimed arm. As he spun the hand pulled and he could feel the flesh starting to tear away like the stitching to a rag doll. Before he could let out a scream another hand latched on to his mid section and dug in. The blood poured out and he could now feel teeth sinking into his flesh. His heart started to beat slower. THUMP...........THUMP...............THUMP. His eyes closed finally as he fell victim to the darkness as so many had before. © 2015 Michael MendezAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on March 6, 2015 Last Updated on March 23, 2015 Tags: Zombie, zombies, short story, darkness AuthorMichael MendezOld Bridge, NJAboutHey. I write stories sometimes. Check it out if you’d like. Let’s be friends. Twitter - @MaybeMikeMendez more..Writing
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