Eddie Zero
I didn’t kill him.
I didn’t kill him.
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus.
Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaws.
I should have trusted my instincts.
*No one fucks with Eddie.
I knew I was playing with fire, but since when had that stopped me?
Jimmy drove too fast for my liking, but under the circumstances, I didn’t argue even if we didn’t use headlights.
We huddled in the dark closet for what seemed like forever, our hearts pounding in our chests.
Haley saw Ben across the parking lot and ran as fast as she could, tears streaking down her face.
I grabbed the first aid kit off the cabin wall and a jug of water.
We had to pull over on the side of the road when the jeep started to overheat.
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes.
So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.
My dreams always started the same way.
No one could pronounce my last name growing up.
A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house.
“But what if I hold it like this?
Eddie’s fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn’t keep from smiling.
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.