Remember that there is a call for flash fiction on right now!
You know the drill – read & listen & vote at the weekly challenge website, enter this week’s challenge, listen to my story below or download via this direct link! (And yes, for the observant, this is another snippet from the Generation Ship world.)
Fifty years since we left Earth in our hollowed-out asteriods, so I’m sixty-seven. Thanks to hibernation, I only feel fifteen. They let me man the controls – I’m mature for my age. It makes the month rotation with my sister go by faster. I could do this for years and years and not feel anxious about getting to another star.
Amy calls over the comm, quick and panicky. She doesn’t answer when I call back.
I hear a noise – one I’ve not heard since we left Earth.
A zombie moan.
Now I can’t get off this ship fast enough.