Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday. I thought this week I’d give you the first
six from something I've been working on. It’s the same Post-Zombie-Apocalypse
world as Flesh. Let me know what you think.
In the end they took a vote on whether or not to trade Roslyn to the stranger at the gate. They even gave her a say, demonstrating democracy was not dead even if civilisation had gone belly up seven months back when the virus first struck.
All nine survivors gathered on the school steps. The weak winter sun above them did little to combat the bitter wind. Her marrow was ice and her teeth chattered. She wanted to wrap her arms around herself, huddle down into the green school jacket she’d purloined out of a student locker.
Fascinating six, Kylie. Great build up to the next scene.
ReplyDeleteThis looks like a tense read! Love the quandary they find themselves in!
ReplyDeleteNice tension and description of the cold, and her mood!
ReplyDeleteVery tense and intriguing, plus I could feel the cold! Great six as always!
ReplyDeleteThe cold weather definitely adds emotion to this snippet, which I like. Wonder if they'll trade Roslyn? One note, you misspelled civilisation - it's civilization. Nice six overall!
ReplyDeleteYikes. That's chilling.
ReplyDeleteThere's so much to like about this -- the weather, the opening line, the desperate attempt to hold onto civilization. Great six, Kylie!
ReplyDeleteYou have a fabulous opening sentence. The comment about democracy is telling. Very, very good!
ReplyDeleteWhat a twisted setup. I love it! Want to keep reading.
ReplyDeleteOhh, very evocative! Wonderful six, Kylie :D
ReplyDeleteEeeek, they expect her to agree to being traded off? O.O
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