|They're coming to get you, Barbara . . . (Photo credit: Hryck.)|
The FSF prompt for this week is Zombie
Delta Sigma Dead
"This isn't right, why do we have to steal the dead hobo from the lab", Ronald belittled the brother's unscrupulous plan adjusting his grip on the dead man's cold lifeless feet.
"Delta Sigma Phi is the best frat house on campus and if it takes lugging around this dead asshole around to become a brother, then you better believe I'm doing it", Ashton's hands, big as bear paws held the hobo by the neck, "Stairs are coming up so be careful", slowly backing his way up the steps.
The pledges wobbled their way up the steps taking care not to drop the foul-smelling cargo, "Hold up, bro; got to open the door", Ashton lowered the hobo's head setting him on the concrete landing.
Punching in a three digit code into the security panel, he waits for the green light and opens the door before reaching down and grabbing the cargo once more.
His thumb lingered over the cadaver's mouth for a moment but it was enough for the dead guy to clamp down; ripping his hand from the mouth of the dead, realization came hard and fast; "I'm fucked!"
"Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction. " via Lillie McFerrin Writes