Welcome to SFS, a collection of chilling stories. Some stories may be too graphic, if you may want to continue. Read on.
Noon 0500. I wake to the sunshine licking my face. Half blinded, I went over towards my friend, He was asleep. I was full of pain, regretting all my actions that let up to this point. I pulled all my body strength toward the back of my point of view and stared at the horizon. And stayed there. After I got bored and went and to check on my friend, I started crawling towards him, my body was full of pain, my legs were disfigured but I kept on dragging them. I got to him peered over his frontal lobe, his eyes were wide open. And his pupils were, small. I lay next to him as my eyelids closed.
I pulled all my body strength toward the back of my point of view and stared at the horizon. And stayed there. After I got bored and went and to check on my friend, I started crawling towards him, my body was full of pain, my legs were disfigured but I kept on dragging them. I got to him peered over his frontal lobe, his eyes were wide open. And his pupils were, small. I lay next to him as my eyelids closed.
I got to him peered over his frontal lobe, his eyes were wide open. And his pupils were, small. I lay next to him as my eyelids closed.
Morning 0630. I wake to a finger missing, somehow this didn’t worry me. I just stare at the horizon and occasionally grazed over to check my friend. After a while, I crawled over towards our truck. It was broken now, but that didn’t worry me. I tried to check the glove department but my friend walked over and bashed my head. I don’t remember anything after that.
After a while, I crawled over towards our truck. It was broken now, but that didn’t worry me. I tried to check the glove department but my friend walked over and bashed my head. I don’t remember anything after that.
I don’t remember anything after that.
Noon 1200. I wake to my hand missing, that didn’t worry me. I overhear my friend gnawing on something, I attempt to crawl closer to him but he turned his head slowly until I saw his gritty, insane, mental smile.
“It’s okay, ” I whispered.
I wake to police sirens and a voice saying, “It’s okay, we found you. Please, don’t panic.” he whispered. But that didn’t worry me.
I recently saw my Friend, he was on The News. They kept on rambling about how the suspect was very violent and lured people into driving towards his house only too be devoured.
Thanks for reading the first entry in the “SFS Short Story Series“. You just read the censored version of “SFS I“, If you want to read the more graphic version, Link in my Twitter bio,
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