Sunday, July 26, 2009

The Repetitive Nature of Death

by Angel Zapata

Daniel collapsed. Diners eating at the local restaurant surrounded him.

"You okay, sir?” A single mom was unable to ascertain a pulse. He wasn’t breathing.

Daniel popped open his eyes, and using his teeth, tore through her neck.

She screamed and crumpled to the ground. She wasn’t breathing.

Two minutes later she opened her eyes.


Erin Cole, writer, Portland Oregon said...

Very nice, tight -
oh the redundancy of vamping...a little sex with the biting is a sure way to beat those feeding blues ;)

~otto~ said...

heh heh heh

but wait, I was thinking zombies, not vampires

does the restaurant serve brains?

Michael Solender said...

I'll have what he's having!

Allie said...

Vamps in a restaurant. Too funny.