The Zombie Invasion

For the first time in his life, Alan was afraid.

He’d survived three tours to Afghanistan, stared death in the face more times than he cared to remember, and seen his friends blown to bits, but still, what he was about to encounter was sending shivers up his spine.

But blood of three generations of soldiers was running through Alan’s veins. And so, even though he was mortally afraid right now, he knew that when the time came, he would be ready.

And then, he suddenly heard them.

They were coming his way, hundreds of them, maybe thousands. He could see the hunger in their eyes from half a mile away also. As they neared, he sensed their desire grow stronger, their will become firmer. His legs almost gave way then, how could he have even dreamed of standing up to this ravenous horde.

But he had a sacred duty to perform, and if he ran away today, he would never be able to look at himself in the mirror again. Stiffening up his back, Alan stood up now, and looking at the first wave straight in the eyes, shouted, “OPEN THE GATES!”

The Black Friday Sale was on.

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199 words.

Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Al Forbes. The challenge is to write a story in 200 words or less, based on the photo prompt given above. For more details visit HERE. To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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