Friday, July 5, 2013


Copyright - David Stewart
Few of the campus buildings could long withstand the ravenous undead creatures and so barricading themselves in only seemed forestalling the eventual. The rooftops, at least, offered them both visibility and inaccessibility from the approaching Deaders.

When the last of them were clear, Jack lowered the fire truck’s heavy ladder back down and slid behind the wheel of the vehicle. He drove away slowly, his hand trembling as he activated both the lights and sirens.

He had no idea if he’d be able to return for his friends, but bait seldom had any choice in how the hunt ended.

This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt.