This short piece is for the Terribleminds Flash Fiction Challenge: Three Haikus to Tell One Story.

I had fun with it even though it’s just a few lines.

 

A small room, one door.
A chair wedged under the knob.
They are right outside.

Hard knocks, clawing hands.
Pounding, shuffling, moaning.
Reanimated.

The door is breaking.
There are two of us left now.
We have one bullet.