King of the Waste: Kingdom Come
Ralph Jean
<b>Chapter I: <i>Rotten Flesh</i></b>
You cant afford to move, no you cant even take the next breath fore the slightest movement of air would be no different than a blaring alarm. Its a miracle that this one isn't on top of you right now. It seems to know of your presence, bumbling back and forth in front of the closet snarling and growling as it limped deliberately from left to right. Your lungs are screaming for air, but the rancid odor oozing from the walking corpses' pores encouraged you to hold your breath. With maggots falling from its mouth, hitting the floor with a loud thunk, it lumbers and thrashes less than a foot away from you position, behind the closet doors. You listen intently for any sign of it leaving and all of a sudden.......... There was nothing. Just silence. It was as if the air itself had frozen over. You could have sworn, the temperature of the room had fallen, fallen a few degrees.... You let out a silent sigh and stood from your crouched position. The next thing that comes to mind is.....