The Bite That Kills
“Get away! Get away from me!” After hours of screaming and pleading, Terrance’s voice was hoarse and barely came out as a whisper.
Nothing he said made a difference, he knew that, but he had to keep trying. It was the only thing he could do. No matter how many times he’d squashed, smeared, and drowned them, they kept coming back and eventually cornered him.
If not for their halted gait on broken legs, they would’ve gotten him already. Though he’d given up trying to kill them, one thought kept repeating: How in the hell do you kill zombie spiders?