Raindrops…

The patter of the rain on the tin roof set the acoustics of the building off, throwing noise at her from each corner. Startled, she peered into the gloom. She knew she’d lost them in the rain, the reverberation of the droplets on the cold ground meant they couldn’t easily track her.

Breathing a small sigh of relief, she sat down on the damp dirt floor to wait out the rain and the dead outside. The rain was calming; protective.

What she didn’t hear over the downpour was the slithering of the animated carcass slowly getting closer and closer…

© 2019 Julianne Snow