A Bump in the Night

When the war started I did not join. I wanted no part of it. I keep myself hidden and off the radar, staying in the shadows of the night, but unfortunately all of that ended last night when I heard a loud thump above me in the house. Someone had come into my domain. I did not like this war that was going on and I wanted not part of it but I drew the line at my house and sanctuary being invaded. I grabbed the gun I always had at the ready and crept up the stairs to the floor above slowly. At the end of the hallway I could see a small sliver of light under the door at the end. That is where they were. I crept silently down the hall to the door and slowly creaked it open with my gun ready to fire and what the heck do you think I saw. Two small adorable children sitting on the floor eating chocolate. They looked at me with their big eyes and held out the candy bar. I put down the gun and joined them on the floor. On this one night perhaps the war could be put to rest at least for a while. I took the chocolate and had a taste. It was so good. I had not had chocolate for years. We sat silently in that circle. The humans and the zombie enjoying a small respite from the blood and gore that had torn the world apart. The children rose their feet gave me a small salute and left through the window. I smiled to myself, because I knew that if I ever meet those two out in the street one of us would die.

The invitation

The invitation came two weeks before the end of the world. She held it in her hands and wept. Wept for everything that was and everything that could have been. She sent her regrets and waited. Waited for the explosion that would be the end of the world. Her mother called and begged her to reconsider. Her sister called, her aunt called. They had all accepted the invitation, but she refused to change her mind. She refused to go. This is where she belonged. So on that day two weeks later when the giant comet hit the earth and blew it into a million little pieces she was still there, sitting in her apartment as the world exploded. If she had accepted that invitation she would have been floating with the rest of her family on a giant spaceship shaped like a hot dog watching from a porthole as the world died.