Sheri Williams

Writing Prompt: Zombie animals have taken over the world










Noises woke me. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and sat up. Ziggy was gone, my rescue pup normally napped with me, being my soother for the anxiety. But the door was open and he was gone.

I stumbled to the open patio door and a scream caught in my throat.

Ziggy wasn’t gone.

There was something wrong. Ziggy’s eyes were wrong. His muzzle was covered in blood. The neighbor’s cat lay at his feet, head half gone.

“C’mere boy,” I called.

He started forward, his eyes glazed over.

“Come on Ziggy. C’mere.”

“Brainssssss…..” He growled, before lunging at me.