We were given four scenarios to pick from. I chose the scenario where a couple is driving home from a party and they're not getting along. They hit something. From there we elaborate in 500 - 700 words. For some reason that day, I kept thinking of zombies. All the scenarios had potential for a zombie story, but I chose the couple one. I might write about the other "flash fictions" when I get this zombie mentality out of my head.
The black, two door Hybrid zipped along the thin, curved road. Adam, the driver, clutched the steering wheel as tight as he clenched his teeth. Steve was berating his partner of five years about the party. “You could have faked it!” he shrieked like the tires going into the curve of the road. “You don’t see me canoodling with the hussies at that skank hole!”“It was your idea! I didn’t want to go anyway!” Adam rebutted, “Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to fuck him.”
Steve whined, “That’s all you care about! Sex sex sex!” as his eyes began to water.
“Look who’s talking!” hollered the driver. Adam’s vision was blurry from the rage he felt within. He wanted to dump Steve on the road and leave him, but that would cause trouble. A pair of lights came toward the Hybrid. Steve took no notice of the headlights because he, fearing his mascara would run, was dabbing his eyes with a tissue. Adam’s heart pounded harder in his head. He rolled his eyes and swerved to the right.
Steve began to speak his mind once again, but was interrupted when the small car jumped into the air after hitting what seemed like a really big bump. “Oh my god! What was that? Did we hit something?” He began shooting more questions at Adam, who put all his weight onto the brakes. “Was it a deer? Should we stop? It might’ve been a homeless man! What if he died? We could go to jail for this! I’m too pretty for jail and I certainly can’t eat their shitty food!”
Adam, rolling his eyes again, pulled the car to the side of the road and put on the emergency blinkers. He got out of the car and could hear Steve running his mouth as loud as the car’s engine. “Do you have a flashlight? Wait! If you have a crowbar I’ll use that! I have mace! Hold on!” Adam opened the trunk and pulled out the emergency flares. He lit one and walked back up the road. He could make out a lump on the road. It was covered in rags. He thought that maybe it was a homeless man. With a concern, he hastened his steps toward the figure. “Wait for me dammit!” wailed his partner from afar. As Adam closed in on the figure, he heard a moan. He attempted to help the figure, but the odor was so overwhelming he had to step backwards. Steve galloped to his partner’s side. The moan coming from the figure on the road turned into a guttural growl. At first, Adam thought it might be a dog, but it was too large. As it stood up, it was clear to the couple that the figure was human. Steve let out a shriek. The humanoid figure turned to face them. Upon seeing what they had run over, both let out a blood-curdling scream.
“G-g-g-g-g-g-aaaaaaaaaary,” the figure uttered. The couple continued screaming. The figure snapped its neck as if being hit by a car was normal. It cleared its throat and said, “My name isss Gary.” Adam and Steve shrieked again. “I-I wasss on my way to the Phobor housssse.”
Steve, who could recognize a fake lisp, silenced his scream and gave the figure an accusing stare. “You’re gay?” Gary nodded. “Oh honey, you can’t go to the party wearing that! Adam, take off your clothes.” Steve began unbuttoning the jacket from Adam, who refused. “Here put this on!” As Gary slid on the jacket, his hand fell off. Adam and Steve stared in bewilderment. “You’re a zombie!” Steve screeched. Adam knew of the recent plague of zombies from the news. Fearing for his life he grabbed Steve and stepped back.
Gary explained, “I wasss on my way to the party to sssee if I could hook up with sssomeone. It’sss hard to find a good man when you’re a zombie.”
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