Where There's Death, Never Trust

Extremely short story! These walking dead demons lull innocent refugees into thinking that they will take them to their version of a promised land.

   As they walked among the living they gathered followers, ones that would be completely unknowing of the danger that lay ahead with these evil beings. They told their followers that they knew of a beautiful place, a Promised Land, far into the desert away from the plague that had siezed their home. So they walked and they walked and it never seemed to end, and many of the followers finally started to doubt their supposed saints, but one day they came upon the beautiful oasis that they had been promised and many rejoiced, not knowing that they were cheering for their imminent death.

   The living dead said they would gladly reward these followers eternal life for their efforts, all with one swift bite to the arm. The followers were suspicious immediately, because this is what the people siezed by the plague had done to pass it on to others if they didn't completely devour their prey, but one of the undead disguised as a follower pointed out, why not be an eternal being? Why not when they could enjoy and live in such a beautiful place such as the one standing right before them? The followers fell for the sick trap and were all infected by the undead, becoming the undead themselves if their bodies were strong enough to withstand the pain of their bodily functions dying on them. One who was not bitten just yet ran for his life, the undead behind him laughing as he ran away.

   He ran and he ran and it almost never ended until he fell and awoke what felt like seconds later in a hospital with people taking care of him and asking him what he was doing all alone in the desert. They explained that they had found him miles deep into the desert, more than half way away from this hospital. He would have died if no one had found him, they told him. He explained that the undead were in the beautiful oasis and they understood. They sent for forces in the thousands to dispatch the undead as quickly as was possible.

   The forces arrived and the first undead and the newly undead were walking about, living it up in the beautiful place that they now called their unholy home. As was ordered, they were destroyed as carefully and quickly as was possible, so as to avoid further infection.

The lone survivor lived a healthy life afterwards, but was always hurting deep inside himself somewhere for the people he had left behind to become the one thing they thought they were running away from.

 

Never Trust In the Face of Death

Author's Note

What do you guys think of it? I'll take any criticism...or something like that. I made it not too long ago during a keyboarding class, so it was extremely random and right off the top of my head. Is that bad? *unneccary worry* lol

Reviews

[pseudonym_7]

the best thing i like about this story is its randomness...
it starts midway
grips ur attention...
and before u know it, its over...

[Mary Balfanz]

Pretty good for just a random thing.

[Jessica :D]

It's a good start, and if you elaborate more it would be better. I usually write extreamly short stories too, but you may want to broaden the story. :] Welcome to writers cafe.