Watch Out for the Dancing Ones: 52 Short Stories in 52 Weeks, #1

By Daniel Fellows

An unknown virus has transformed huge portions of the population into the walking dead.  Mindless corpses wandering the streets.  Only a few of these are capable of horrific and unthinkable violence.

 

Robert DeSantos has organised a day trip with his closest friends now that government bands have been lifted and the threat is believed to be under control.

 

The threat, to some, is in the past, but what lies on the outskirts of town is truly horrific and Robert and his friends may not live to see another sunrise.

 

In this post-apocalyptic story about zombies and friendship, "Watch Out for the Dancing Ones" examines that even in the worst of situations human spirit can always thrive and overcome.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daniel Fellows
• Release date: Jan 31, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224071463

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Watch Out for the Dancing Ones

Daniel Fellows

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Watch Out for the Dancing Ones

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Watch Out for the Dancing Ones

One

The moment Robert DeSantos opened his eyes he was met with a deafening silence that he found perturbing. His first thought was, They’re dead.  They’re all dead.  Visions of blood and dismembered corpses crossed his mind's eye as the fogginess of sleep fell away.

He threw his doona cover off and sprang out of his bed and his feet pounded on his floor.  A pain shot up from his right foot and up his leg.  He kicked a toy dinosaur away in anger and dismay and bent to rub where the hard plastic spikes on its back had stabbed at the sole of his foot.  He remembered playing with them yesterday evening after dinner.  It had been his sister’s turn to do the dishes, which she had done with no amount of complaining and excuses, which left him time to play.  Robert remembered agonising over whether he should play on his Switch, his retro Game Boy, or something more mundane and creative.  As his dad used to say, it’s hard to kill your brain when it’s thinking for itself

Robert, what have I told you about pounding on your floor? his mum called from downstairs.

A wave of relief washed over him and the feeling of having lost his entire family slowly dissipated as the glow from the early morning sun came through his window, lightening up his room.

Sorry, mum, he called, a bit weakly and not a little embarrassed at himself.

It had been months since the last time a raid from the Unwanted had been reported anywhere near Kwinana, and even longer since an Unwanted had gone off.  

Well, that’s what his friends called it.  Going