A Heckler’s Tale- Friday Flash


A Heckler’s Tale

By Melissa L. Webb




The mist hung heavily on the field as the spectators watched from the stands. Sarah pulled her jacket tighter and sighed. Her school was losing to the visiting team. What a way to ruin Homecoming.

“Are you cold?” her boyfriend whispered, pulling his arms tighter around her.

She nodded, scooting closer. “Yeah, this is a miserable night, Charlie,” she told him as she wiped the moisture from her cheeks.

“We can leave if you want.”

“No, we promised Joe we’d be here for him.” She frowned down at the players on the field. “After all, his team is getting slaughtered.”

Charlie frowned. “Your brother is going to be unbearable after this.”

It was true. It was going to be a long night.

Sarah let her gaze drift back to the field. She watched as a blanket of fog rolled in, settling over the field. No one could see what was happening down there now.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky,” Charlie whispered, hope clouding his voice. “Maybe they’ll call the game on account of fog.”

She grinned slightly. “I doubt it. Our team couldn’t play any worse even if they were blindfolded.”

A whistle pierced the night as one of the teams scored.

Charlie sighed. “At least we don’t have to watch the bloodshed.”

Sarah smirked and settled back against him, staring at the thick fog swirling in front of the bleachers.

“Hike!” Joe’s voice rang out above the fogbank as the kickoff commenced.

An object shot up in the air and headed for the crowd.

“Look out,” a lady next to Sarah cried. “Ball’s coming.”

Charlie shook his head in exasperation. “Not again.” It flew straight towards him and he caught it on reflex.

“No,” Sarah gasped as she stared at the thing in her boyfriend’s hands.

A head stared back at her, a look of horror permanently etched into its face.

Charlie dropped it as the people around him scattered. “What is that?”

Sarah shook her head as she scanned the field. The fog had cleared, leaving in its wake pure chaos.

Body parts covered the field. Some of her brother’s team was on their hands and knees, feasting on the remains. Others left the field, making their way into the stands, drooling with anticipation.

A cheerleader’s bloodcurdling scream filled the night air as the tight end tore her captain apart.

People shoved their way out of the stands, escaping the oncoming savagery.

“Sarah, we have to go,” Charlie said, trying to pull her with him.

She stayed, frozen with shock. “Charlie. Look.”

Joe made his way up the stairs. His eyes were glazed over and blood dripped from his mouth. “You,” he moaned as he pointed at them. “You laughed at us.”

Charlie looked over at Sarah as the zombie moved closer. “Maybe we should learn to keep our comments to ourselves.”


© 2015 Melissa L. Webb



Midnight Fixin’s At The Zombie Bowl-O-Rama- Friday Flash

Zombies as portrayed in the movie Night of the...

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By Melissa L. Webb

The gravel crunched loudly under the tires as the truck made its way down the old road. I swung my flashlight across the side of the road. The beam caught a rusty Harley overturned in the ditch. It sat there, a pathetic reminder of what the world had become.

I shifted in the pickup bed and glanced at Harry, who was sweeping his flashlight over the other side of the road. “This is a waste of time. Everyone knows there hasn’t been a Deader out here in three weeks.”

He turned to look at me. “You know the drill, Tommy. Routine patrols are what keep the area clean.”

I huffed as I turned back to my side of the road. There was nothing to keep it clean from. Zombies only migrated to big cities with lots of survivors. Us few out here in the sticks did not matter much to them at all. Why nibble on a wing, when you could have the whole damn bird? “It just seems pointless, is all. We could be kicking back right now with a beer in one hand and a babe in the other.”

“Just focus on your job, would ya? Richard will have your head if you miss something.”

“Bite me,” I muttered under my breath as I swung the light around the road. Miss something? I wasn’t gonna miss nothing. There wasn’t anything out here but us idiots.

The truck silently entered into downtown Coldgrove. The dark buildings stared back at us in the beams of our lights as we trailed them back and forth. There was nothing out there. It was just another ghost town brought on by the Change.

The pickup crept on. Harry kept up his search, but I could only focus on the growing pressure in my bladder.

The old bowling alley came into view as we turned the corner. That place held fond memories for me. All my free nights had been spent there, chasing girls and getting wasted. This place was the highlight of my life until the Deaders put a stop to it. Damn undead. They sure knew how to put a damper on things.

I banged my fist against the cab as we pulled in front of the bowling alley. “Stop for a moment. I need to take a leak,” I said, vaulting over the side of the truck as it slowed.

Mickey rolled down the passenger window and leaned out. “What are you doing? You know the rules. Get back in the truck.”

“Relax,” I snapped as I hurried away. “We both know there’s nothing out here.” I headed around the side of the building and unzipped, relieving the pressure all over the wall. Take that, Zombies. Who said I couldn’t still enjoy this place?

I was zipping back up when I heard the first death rattle. It came from the darkness behind me. I turned around fast, pulling the flashlight from my back pocket. The light revealed how wrong I was.

The animated corpse stood there, what was left of its jaws was mashing open and closed, as if it was already enjoying the first bite of me.

“No way,” I spoke to it. “No freaking way.” I turned around quickly, desperate to get back to the truck bed and the shotgun I had foolishly left there. As I turned, I stumbled right into the arms of another Zombie. It moaned loudly as its teeth lodged in my neck.

I pushed myself back, feeling the flesh tear from me. I couldn’t care how bad it was at the moment. I had to get that weapon. I ran, emerging from the side of the bowling alley and frantically waved at the truck, hoping Harry would toss me the shotgun. “Hey,” I screamed. “I was wrong. We’ve got Deaders here.”

He looked at me, eyes wide as he shined the light over me. It stopped when it landed on my blood-covered throat. It an instant, he was pounding on the cab. “He’s been infected. Go! Go!”

The truck sped away as I stood there, pressing a hand to my neck. I knew they couldn’t risk me climbing into the truck bed. I would have done the same thing, faster even. But it still stung. They left me out here, alone and weaponless. So, this was how it was going to end. Either the Zombies would rip me apart or I would become one.

I turned back around; facing the place I had wasted so much of my youth. The two Zombies had reached the front, their moans joining the group of them swarming out of the bowling alley. I knew I would never be able to fight all of them. There was my ending, shuffling towards me in a giant parade of rigor mortis.

At least I knew now there was still a party raging at the Bowl-o-Rama. It was just the Deader kind.


© 2011 Melissa L. Webb