The wind carried the spores around the storm-cracked city,
the absence of noise was deadly; the hush of the silence
creeping up on your shadows. I stayed where the shadows
weren't, I was safe then. They couldn't touch me, or they
would burn. The vaccine was ready, this would be over. I
gazed steadily and intently into the auburn syringe, the
opportunities that it contained. The people that had turned
roamed the city as their own, rocking back and forth in the
roads, waiting for their daily feed of flesh. I jumped on one's
back, injecting it with life...
by Kasey Scarah (12)
Looe Community Academy, Looe
Competition - Welcome to Wonderland
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