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Click clack…..
Click clack…..
David awoke…..
Click …..
It was one of those strange noises, completely alien to anyone who knows their own house. A noise that no matter how hard one may try it just cannot be ignored. An intruder maybe? Maybe not, but investigation was called for.
David quietly swung his legs out from under the duvet. A pair of jeans was conveniently puddled where his feet came to rest. Gently he pulled them on, then reached for a light cotton shirt that had carelessly been discarded on the footboard. Subconsciously he remembered how his father used to discipline him for keeping an untidy room, but that was ten years ago. The house was his now and no intruder or father was going to alter that fact.
Barefoot, David crept across the bedroom floor, carefully avoiding the creaky floorboard that he invariably trod on every night going to bed. Prising the bedroom door open, he peered out onto the landing.
Clack…..
The noise, louder now, seemed to be coming from the kitchen area. Catlike, David descended the stairs. Standing in the hallway he could see the kitchen door, framed in white light where it was slightly ajar. Heart pounding in his chest, David made his way to the outlined door, pausing momentarily to collect a hockey stick from the umbrella stand in the hall.
With a burst of adrenaline, David kicked the kitchen door wide open, it huge brass handle smashing into the plaster. The figure beyond turned in an instant, the ten inch kitchen knife it had been sharpening streaking silverfish like into David's belly. A strange sensation, vaguely warm, overcame David as the knife point exited his back, creating a brief tent like structure out of the back of his shirt; then turning to a white hot fire as the blade was withdrawn as quickly as it had impaled.
Collapsing to his knees, David looked up. Up to the face of his father. A father whose face and clothes were matted with dirt and maggots. A father with decaying skin and visible bones. A father who should still be buried in the back garden. The garden where David had laboured for five hours to dig a grave; after bludgeoning him to death in order to claim his inheritance. An inheritance that included the house where he now lay bleeding to death on the kitchen floor.
The End
By R(KB)M ©2006
A short tale of fiction to lighten the mood! Stilll zombie related thought you might like it.
Sent to me by a survivor who may have to much time on his hands...
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