I Am Them

I've been hesitant to post any of my fiction work up here. But as the recently inspired piece that I alluded to in the last post is unraveling on me, I will post this. I had written this around Halloween and its purpose was to be displayed as a work of flash fiction (generally one page or so) in the Writing Corner at Cafe Infinito. It was written, it was accepted and for the month of January it was shown as the inaugural posting in the aforementioned Writing Corner.
Most of my fiction writing has a tendency to go on for pages. The challenge in this was keeping it under the one page limit. I was pleased with myself when I finished, but now that I read it again, I'm not sure.
Here it is, feel free to have your way with it on the message board.
(zombie image courtesy of www.revok.com/zombie.html)
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I Am Them

At night we lock the doors because that’s when they come for us. They come out at the moment that the sun settles below the horizon, when there is still enough light to make out the ominous forms that begin shuffling into town. There aren’t many left on our side, most have been taken over to their’s.

Last night was different, somehow they got through. We’ve held them off for five weeks. Several times it got close, several times it got too close, but never that close. We don’t know how they got through. Afterwards when we fought them back, there were accusations as to whether or not it was someone on the inside. As if one of us had let them through.

They say it only takes salivary contact to get the sickness, it only takes one bite.

It’s night again and up until last night we held them off. Last night they got through…somehow. Tonight they’ll get through again. Tonight will be like last night, and yet tonight will be different because tonight, I am them.