A deathly trumpeting resonated
throughout the camp. The massive bulk of
the beast followed close behind it, crushing the palisade wall. One fleshless hoof crushed our forward
guard. “Attack,” he’d bellowed with his
final breath.
I tore out of the central
garrison building, holding my warhammer high.
Two men flanked me on each side.
Their faces were almost as pale as the zombie’s patchy skin.
“We’ll all strike at once,” I
said, maintaining a sprint. “Smash its
left foreleg, as hard as you can.”
The zombified elephant swept a
single man away before collapsing, its leg shattered. I silenced it.
Zombie elephant. There's a picture that stays in your mind.
ReplyDeleteMost certainly. I think Howard Taylor put mentioned the concept on an episode of Writing Excuses.
DeleteOh my goodness, I think zombie elephants would be just terrifying! This was really good: straight into the action and straight to the point.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely. Thanks. I wrote it for a 100-word ("drabble") market, so I had to pack it in (it was subsequently rejected). I try to do similarly in all of my flash.
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