VISUAL PROMPT

By Aa Dil @ Pexels

Your protagonist is a child that lives in this house. Write a story about their adventures.

Idle Hands

Mom said after they dropped the bomb, survivors spent years underground.

We lived in a three story apartment building. It was over 200 miles from where the bomb went off. It was mostly gutted from looters. People were very thorough, as this was one of the few ways to make money when people resurfaced from underground. The building was painted reddish brown. The windows were all blown out from the blast. Although at times it got pretty cold, it let out the smell of impending death from the junkies we shared it with.

The first floor is mostly where they stayed. They left early in the morning to scrounge for whatever they could find to sell. As evening approached they would start to return. Then, as it got dark, you could hear them fall to the floor as the chemicals took over their body. Mom used to tell me stories about Zombies when I was younger. This is what I imagined them to look and smell like.

After midnight when mom was out tricking for food, I would sneak downstairs. At first it was to see who was new and who never came back. I also found it weird the positions I would find them asleep in. However, as I got older it became my job to remove anyone that passed. At the age of nine I became the “Zombie Undertaker “.

I made a uniform from a tattered old orange prison jumpsuit. I used aluminum tape to wrap around the arms, legs and body of the uniform. This protected me from their Zombie aura attaching to me. I used an old cellulite drone tip as my helmet. There was an old plastic slide that I put on the staircase leading out back. That was my Zombie transporter. Once out side I would drag them on a sheet to a local hand made incinerator. There was always a line with people waiting to cremate the dead. Nobody was ever buried again after we resurfaced.

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