zombiekiller avatar

The Skaggerston Nightmares #44


Galloway had done his homework, even if it meant researching some miserable guttersnipes called One Direction. He'd arranged to meet up with the girl - Carly - at the local park at 4pm. He'd managed to pass himself off as a 13-year-old boy with surprising ease; it was either that or Carly, sweet, innocent, blonde-haired Carly, was a right gullible shit.

Galloway thought he spotted her sat on a bench, playing with her phone. Tight white vest, skinny jeans...oh yes. He prank called her number, just to make sure, then started up his electric wheelchair and moved towards her.

Be the first to comment

Sign up or Sign in to leave a comment on this drabble.