by Ksenia Anske

20 writers continue embarking on the madness of writing a flash fiction chain story! A story of the most terrible apocalypse you could ever imagine! It is inevitable, we will all perish! I can feel it in my whiskers. Can you feel it in your whiskers? No? Then you will after you read Chapter 9. (Read how it started here.)

Please welcome our 9th author, Michel Lee King, (aka @Michel_Lee_King). Michel spends her time drinking copious amounts of coffee while writing dark and light fiction and pretending not to be a raging introvert. She also enjoys motorcycle camping, kayaking, beer that tastes like beer, and red and white wine.

Photo by Kama


Chapter 9 by Michel Lee King 

“Well if I ain't a dead dingo's dingie,” Bruce Donnegan breathed in awe. He strolled through the airport tipping his hat to every sheila he passed. “Enough here to make a wanton wombat call it quits.” His smile widened. Maybe old Chipper hasn't sent me on a bad assignment after all.

The mission's details had plagued his mind during his flight to Washington, DC. Children and their mothers all lain about with exploded heads, or frothing at the mouth from poisoned Easter fare. Goddamn jackaroos are at it again. He took a deep breath to center himself. Keep a hold on it, Brucey. Ain't nothing in the details sayin' you have to see any of the cursed devils.

Catching sight of his old friend beyond the gate, surrounded by men in black coats and dark sunglasses, he gave a jovial wave. “Hey Chipper! How's your rodent problem?” He threw back his head in laughter when the sheilas near him scattered with looks of disgust and fear. Haha! Gets 'em every time.

Chip Carpenter blushed furiously, but held out a hand with a smile all the same. “Hi, Brucey. Been a long time. How ya doin'?”

“Been alright. Nice and quiet in the outback. Who are all these mates?” He made the rounds shaking hands without waiting for the answer.

Chip coughed into his hand and leaned in close. “They're all senior members of governmental agencies.”

“Oh, righ',” he whispered back. Straightening he gave the officials a smirk. “You're the dead weight that's going to get us all killed. Nice to meet you.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Donnegan, I highly doubt anyone will die from a little run in with rabbits.”

Bruce felt it coming on. He could hear the panicked screams of the soldiers around him. Fur and teeth and bunny claws rubbing and ripping into his skin. He broke out in a sweat, he couldn't get away. The scar on his arm burned as though it were reopened. He gave an unearthly shriek of terror. “Get off me you demon spawn!”

Flailing and jumping, Bruce battled with the invisible enemies swarming him. “They're takin' me down! Someone help!” His shirt tore, his body felt cold. He snapped his head forward and bit the enemy charging his face.

A man's scream filled his ears. Something wasn't right. The man was angry and grumbling something.

Bruce opened his eyes to see the men in black coats standing around him, one of them rubbing his ankle. “You son of a bitch. You bit me.”

Well this is embarrassing. Feigning nonchalance, he jumped upright and ignored his tattered clothing. “Just thought I'd give you a taste of what we're up against, mate.” He swiped his duffel bag off the floor in a smooth motion and strode through the group of stunned and apprehensive officials. “Let's go wallop the little blighters. Shall we?”

P.S.: This is the 9th Chapter of EASTER BUNNY APOCALYPSE. Here are other Chapters: Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6, Chapter 7, and Chapter 8. Oh, it gets only worse! Chapter 10 will be published tomorrow.

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