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.

4 comments:

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.