G.K. Zombie

“One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand, four-one-thousand” We watched as the figure ran down the street towards the wicker basket. A dog, its hind legs covered in fresh blood, sat trembling inside. “five-one-thousand, six-one-thousand, seven-one-thousand” Stephen was perched behind the wheels of a car, down in the street. I was high up on a rooftop, watching. “eight-one-thousand, nine-one-thousand, … Continue reading G.K. Zombie