Breaking Glass
By Tyloric
Story Lottery Prompt #17: A Mayfly
It didn't register at first.
It was like when you drop something made of glass on the ground. You see it falling, as if it was in slow motion. You know long before it hits the ground that it's going to shatter into pieces, even though in that brief span of time you're trying to react and make sure that doesn't happen.
That's what was going through Tallahassee's mind. He saw the undead mother fucker coming at him; a teenager, face bloodied beyond recognition, wearing a grocery store apron. A fucking apron.
But he was to close, just too fucking close. He didn't have time to react. He saw it coming, the glass breaking in front of him as he raised his arm instinctually.
And sunk his teeth nicely into his forearm. He gritted his teeth, pulled his hand gun from his side, and blew the bastards brains out at the temple.
But it was too late.
It was done.
Over.
Tick, tock, goes the clock.