Sunday, February 9, 2014

100 Words a Day 540

They ran through the graveyard as fast as they dared. It was dark and the headstones difficult to see. Sam felt detached as he ran. It was so cliché, a bunch of teenagers hanging out in a graveyard at night and suddenly zombies begin popping out of the ground. The sight of a hand thrusting up from the ground broke his reflection and he tried to put on more speed.

There was a certain amount of Narrative Imperative present in Colma being ground zero for the zombie apocalypse. There were many times more people buried there than were living there.

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