28 Days Later [challenge piece] PG
Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 6:44 am
Author’s note: Written very quickly for the February "Keep It Short" Champagne Challenge, and NOT betaed.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
28 Days Later
There was a knock at the door not ten minutes after Josef had finally said good morning and left for the freezer. Mick pressed the button on the remote as he ambled back toward the door. “Did you forget something?”
But when the door swung open, it was not his friend leaning up against the doorframe.
“Josh?” Mick dropped the remote. “But…you died!” He inhaled deeply and coughed. “You are dead.”
“The morgue was invaded by body snatchers. They pulled a Dr. Frankenstein and reanimated me. Tonight they set me free to wreak havoc on the world.”
After an impolite snort, Mick said, “I’m sorry, but…re-animated?”
Josh looked confused for a moment, then scrunched his nose in contempt for his host. “Well, hardy har har,” he mocked. “Beth thought I was fun. Her opinion is all that matters.”
“So now that you’re a member of the walking dead, you’re back…for what? Beth?”
Josh nodded stiffly. “That’s right. …But you’re still in my way.”
Mick tilted his head. “Hmm!”
The two undead men sized each other up for a moment, until Mick reached out and grabbed Josh by the forearm, twisted and pulled hard. Josh looked down at his empty arm socket and then at the limb in his opponent’s hand.
“You just tore off my arm.”
Mick glared at him and started to circle him slowly. “Yup. And now I’m going to beat you with it.”
Josh scowled back. “Not if I eat your brains first!” He lunged at Mick’s head.
Ladies and Gentlemen: Place your bets now for Bloody Micky vs. Josh “I-Cooked-A-Brain-For-You” Lindsey! For every bet made (one per person), I’ll write another sentence describing the fight—up until 500 words, or until it comes to a natural conclusion, whichever comes first.
Disclaimer: there are no losers, but no winners either—friendly bets only!
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
28 Days Later
There was a knock at the door not ten minutes after Josef had finally said good morning and left for the freezer. Mick pressed the button on the remote as he ambled back toward the door. “Did you forget something?”
But when the door swung open, it was not his friend leaning up against the doorframe.
“Josh?” Mick dropped the remote. “But…you died!” He inhaled deeply and coughed. “You are dead.”
“The morgue was invaded by body snatchers. They pulled a Dr. Frankenstein and reanimated me. Tonight they set me free to wreak havoc on the world.”
After an impolite snort, Mick said, “I’m sorry, but…re-animated?”
Josh looked confused for a moment, then scrunched his nose in contempt for his host. “Well, hardy har har,” he mocked. “Beth thought I was fun. Her opinion is all that matters.”
“So now that you’re a member of the walking dead, you’re back…for what? Beth?”
Josh nodded stiffly. “That’s right. …But you’re still in my way.”
Mick tilted his head. “Hmm!”
The two undead men sized each other up for a moment, until Mick reached out and grabbed Josh by the forearm, twisted and pulled hard. Josh looked down at his empty arm socket and then at the limb in his opponent’s hand.
“You just tore off my arm.”
Mick glared at him and started to circle him slowly. “Yup. And now I’m going to beat you with it.”
Josh scowled back. “Not if I eat your brains first!” He lunged at Mick’s head.
Ladies and Gentlemen: Place your bets now for Bloody Micky vs. Josh “I-Cooked-A-Brain-For-You” Lindsey! For every bet made (one per person), I’ll write another sentence describing the fight—up until 500 words, or until it comes to a natural conclusion, whichever comes first.
Disclaimer: there are no losers, but no winners either—friendly bets only!