Oh, what a picture for my thirteenth Fictioneers story! So wonderfully creepy. It had so many different stories lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to locate them and weave the proper words to put them into motion. So, I chose a story about a girl who appreciates a rainy day as much as I do, and is no stranger to putting potential events into motion. And, as usual, in 100 words exactly. Enjoy!
I’ve always loved rainy days. While most people run indoors, away from the gloom, I walk the deserted streets, taking it all in. To me, rainy days always seem so exciting, so charged, so full of potential! Almost as if the dead could come back to life.
Hearing footsteps behind me, I smile and turn around. My friend James is walking down the street, from the cold home he had obtained last winter. I take his rough hand in mine, and now neither of us feels alone. At least, until the rain stops and my spell once again wears off.
My friend and I are kind of weird. We support Zombie Rights. We believe that Zombies deserve the same rights as the living. This is an unpopular opinion, but we believe in it. Zombies are not the brain-hungry monsters we portray them to be; they’re simply confused and scared about why they died, and are then suddenly animated again. And, they get the craving for human flesh sometimes, but with the right support, they can overcome that craving. They have enough to deal with without the prejudice, so why give them more problems? Obviously,we don’t have a stake in this belief, as the only zombie we know personally is a fictional character. But, what if we did? What if you knew a zombie? What if, every day, you faced people talking about how zombies are mindless murderers, only to go home and care for your recently infected or reanimated family members? Would you be able to do it?