Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

I came back every year to lay  flowers at the spot.

White heather it always had to be white heather. It also always had to be there before 5 o' clock p.m. on the first friday of September EST.

If I don't get the heather there by then they would come. The zombies. The zombies would come if I didn't put the heather there.

This year I tried and tried but I couldn't find any in time. I spent the last five minutes before five sitting just in front of the spot with hy head in my hands.

The world was going to end because of me. It was all my fault. I could hear the earth start to crack as the first few zombies clawed their way to the surface. 

I would've ran but I just didn't care anymore. I looked up. Other than the minature horde of zombies collecting around me it was a beautiful day, much to beautiful to die or for the world to end.

The last thing I saw was a beautiful cloudless blue sky stretching far beyond my view.