No Way Out
Somehow Sally had lost all the others and now there were zombies everywhere. They had come out of nowhere. So far she had done well to survive, but she knew she was trapped. She quietly moved to a door she thought would be a way out, but it was locked. She turned around to see innumerable zombies suddenly pile out of another doorway. As they approached she tried to force the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. The last thing she felt was their many clawed hands as they crowded around her and began to rip her to pieces.
Joanne Fisher
This was written with the prompt many hands provided by the Carrot Ranch June 13 Flash Fiction Challenge.
This was the first one I wrote for this challenge but I thought it was a bit dark.
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joanne the geek 
Oooh, this is hectic.
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They *began* to rip her to pieces – but it doesn’t say they finished! 😉
Maybe she’ll become a zombie instead of becoming food.
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These are not the hands I’d want to encounter!
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