Flash Fiction #1

They lay in wait. They lay in terror. They fumbled and fell and ran like blind sheep herded by the worst kind of dog, biting and undead, all at once. Some kind of amorphous thing; amoebic and gelled. It moved over with coldness. It breathed with fear. It slurched and gumbled. It bworked and lerbed. It gave rise to a new language that no one wanted to repeat, but everyone could understand. It was the language of hunger, consuming, digestion, excretion. It was primal, whatever it was.

It was coming.

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