Friday, October 31, 2014

Luck Runs Out

     Hands reached out with broken nails and bloodied fingers, swiping blindly through the shattered window. Moans of the dead filled the air as she screamed, "Open the door, open the door!!" 
     His hands fumbled for the key, scraping it against the lock. Behind the two figures wood groaned under the weight of a hundred bodies. 
     "I've got it!" He shouted, "I've-" CRACK! The door gave in, ragged corpses piling in like a mountain of sand. At the same moment the key caught in the lock snapping in half. 
     "-Got it." The woman screamed. 

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