Stalked
for Cash
By
Craig Wilson
It’s
early in the morning – the streets are deserted.
I
was off to work, but I’m running for my life.
A
homeless gentleman won’t stop following me.
However,
he is no ordinary homeless gentleman.
He’s
actually a mindless zombie with white eyes.
The
zombie keeps chanting, “Spare change...!”
I take
a left down an alleyway, but I hit a dead end.
As
the zombie gets near my alarm acts as my saviour.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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