The Reaper | A 100 Word Story

#297 Creatures of the Night

My neighbors have all died. Dropped dead and I don’t know why. I’ve locked myself in my home. Surely, whatever is happening will pass and I can go outside. Until then, I ignore the knocks on my door.

A woman begged to be let inside. She spoke of a disease wiping everyone out that she’s ever known right before she dropped dead. The smell of death permeated the air.

Peeking from my window all I can see are rats and fleas in large numbers. They are right outside my door. Waiting for me. They know I am alive…for now…