Romantic Friday Writers is a blogfest every Friday hosted by Francine Howarth and L'Aussie. For more wonderful and frightening stories head over and take a peek. Here!
**
Tad prowled the ambulance double checking the supplies. The 2011 Zombie Crawl in downtown Denver appeared innocent enough. So far, someone stubbed their toe.
Brad stuck his head out the window. "A woman is unconscious."
Tad jumped into the passenger seat and the ambulance crept along to avoid hitting any of the walking dead. The costumes were fun and several were over the top like the guy dressed up as the devil. They spotted the woman. Her friend was crouched beside her, cell phone in hand, gore and blood smeared on a crumpled shirt.
Tad jumped out of the vehicle and approached. "What happened?"
"Someone shoved her into the lamp pole."
Tad bent and took her pulse. Her all white makeup made it difficult to access her. Her mouth hung open with a nasty black glob that appeared to be decay. She moaned and opened sea-green eyes. No makeup there. Tad felt his heart flip once. He ignored it.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
She tried to sit and lost her balance.
"Easy, you've got a goose egg on your forehead that looks real enough." He probed it.
"Ouch."
"What is you name?" Tad began the usual questions.
"Veronica," she said.
"Where are you?"
"Denver."
"What year is it?"
"2011. You go'in to ask something interesting?"
"Sorry, I need to make sure you're okay. Come on." He helped her up and guided her to the ambulance. "I think an ice pack on the injury is wise." Tad grabbed a bag and began to squish it until it was icy cold. Then he put it on Veronica's injury.
"Ouch," she said and put her hand over his.
This time Tad couldn't ignore the sparks that filtered under his skin and made his entire right side flaming hot. Veronica's sea green eyes engaged his own brown ones.
"You’re an ambulance guy?"
"Paramedic," he said.
"Right, never thought you'd like a mess like me did ya?"
"You're not a mess. You’re a zombie."
"Right…and you're handsome. Any plans for the near future."
"I'd like to have you for dinner in the usual sense of the term."
"Dinner it is. I better clean up first thought."
Tad kissed her, sweet and hungry he wanted more. Veronica giggled when he pulled back.
"I gored you," she said.
Tad used a towel from the ambulance to wipe black makeup from his face. "Anytime, sweet heart."
Word count 400
I was inspired by the 2011 Zombie Crawl in downtown Denver that is held every year as a food drive to benefit local charities. I hope you liked the story and will take a peek at the crawl.
YouTube Link
**
Tad prowled the ambulance double checking the supplies. The 2011 Zombie Crawl in downtown Denver appeared innocent enough. So far, someone stubbed their toe.
Brad stuck his head out the window. "A woman is unconscious."
Tad jumped into the passenger seat and the ambulance crept along to avoid hitting any of the walking dead. The costumes were fun and several were over the top like the guy dressed up as the devil. They spotted the woman. Her friend was crouched beside her, cell phone in hand, gore and blood smeared on a crumpled shirt.
Tad jumped out of the vehicle and approached. "What happened?"
"Someone shoved her into the lamp pole."
Tad bent and took her pulse. Her all white makeup made it difficult to access her. Her mouth hung open with a nasty black glob that appeared to be decay. She moaned and opened sea-green eyes. No makeup there. Tad felt his heart flip once. He ignored it.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
She tried to sit and lost her balance.
"Easy, you've got a goose egg on your forehead that looks real enough." He probed it.
"Ouch."
"What is you name?" Tad began the usual questions.
"Veronica," she said.
"Where are you?"
"Denver."
"What year is it?"
"2011. You go'in to ask something interesting?"
"Sorry, I need to make sure you're okay. Come on." He helped her up and guided her to the ambulance. "I think an ice pack on the injury is wise." Tad grabbed a bag and began to squish it until it was icy cold. Then he put it on Veronica's injury.
"Ouch," she said and put her hand over his.
This time Tad couldn't ignore the sparks that filtered under his skin and made his entire right side flaming hot. Veronica's sea green eyes engaged his own brown ones.
"You’re an ambulance guy?"
"Paramedic," he said.
"Right, never thought you'd like a mess like me did ya?"
"You're not a mess. You’re a zombie."
"Right…and you're handsome. Any plans for the near future."
"I'd like to have you for dinner in the usual sense of the term."
"Dinner it is. I better clean up first thought."
Tad kissed her, sweet and hungry he wanted more. Veronica giggled when he pulled back.
"I gored you," she said.
Tad used a towel from the ambulance to wipe black makeup from his face. "Anytime, sweet heart."
Word count 400
I was inspired by the 2011 Zombie Crawl in downtown Denver that is held every year as a food drive to benefit local charities. I hope you liked the story and will take a peek at the crawl.
YouTube Link
