An awesome post about back story!
NERF clips click into place. Slide action spring levers slam forward. Someone calls for ammo. Footsteps race across the upstairs hallway while I assume they are taking defensive positions. I stop typing and listen closely…. very closely. In my mind, I hear the moans of the undead echoing through the house. Their slow, toxic-hampered gait leaves trails across the upstairs carpet, I’m sure. The soldiers’ heartbeats pound in rapid succession while sweaty, little fingers curl around NERF gun triggers. It’s about to go down.
And then it happens. As if the director yelled “Cut!” my nine-year-old utters these words: “Guys, hold on. We need a back story for who we are why this is happening.”
I seriously teared up.
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