Trifecta: Week Sixty-Nine – Final Thoughts

IN-FECT
3a : contaminate, corrupt <the inflated writing that infects such stories>
b : to work upon or seize upon so as to induce sympathy, belief, or support <trying to infect their salespeople with their enthusiasm>

“Final Thoughts”

Rob couldn’t understand why all of his friends and family had trained the barrels of the numerous guns and rifles directly at his forehead. He tried to lift his hands up in defense, but only bloody stumps came up in front of his clouded vision.

Oh right, his rapidly deteriorating conscious mind thought to itself, I’m one of those Undead we’ve all be running from.

The images of his past live began to float in front of his eyes. Running. Falling. Bodies. Teeth. Bones snapping. Blood. Darkness. Rebirth.

With the last remaining shred of humanity slowly slipping away, Rob decided to make one last attempt to prevent his re-demise. He had to tell them something, something so profound that it would infect their minds and give him a chance to be normal again.

“Grrack.”

Becky screamed and gunfire rained down upon Rob’s corpse. The last thought that went through Rob’s head just before the bullet ceased all that once was him was: Dick York was definitely the better Darren.

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4 Responses to Trifecta: Week Sixty-Nine – Final Thoughts

  1. Draug419 says:

    ha! You made a cool zombie story yay 😀 Awesome job.

  2. lol Not up on zombies, but I do know my Darren Stevenses!

  3. cookiecharm says:

    Amazing! Love this!

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