Facebook Story 5 The door to house exploded into tiny bits, splintering my hooves. I quickly turned to Small Fry and pulled him. "Hurry the stairs." I yelled. He quickly galloped past me and went up the stairs. I quickly went the door and looked out. Not even twelve feet from us the horde closed in. I backed up into the room and quickly glanced around. Next the door was tall bookcase. Perfect. I got on the other side of it and bucked it down, blocking most of the doorway. That should hold them for a little bit. I let out a quick sigh of relief. I quickly trotted up the stairs and into the room at the end of the hallway. Inside there was a bed, a dresser and several books scattered around the floor. A cross the room the window was open and the breeze from outside blew the windows shades. Downstairs I could hear the zombies banging on the bookcase. They would be in soon. But....something was wrong. I looked around. Oh no. Where was Small Fry?
Posted on: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 01:11:18 +0000
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