I felt conflicted as to its origins. I couldn't decide whether it had been a normal piggy, somehow protected from the bombs yet eventually mutated, or - and this is where skepticism and science-fiction appear; it had beenin the grocery's inventory; some butchered carcass given unholy life by the eerie effects of radiation and bacon-ranch flavoured chips. In any case it was ugly. Tentacles sprouted where tusks might have been. They writhed horribly, crumbed with a recent meal of potato chips. It couldn't have been more horrifying if it were covered in blood instead. Slowly, I lined up Bessy's sights on the thing's forehead. It didn't seem to mind. I was about to take the shot when the cans I was crouched on shifted. As I fell the shot went wild, annihilating one of the few bags of bacon-ranch chips to have survived the end of the world. Then the pig was gone, leaving me alone in a light snow of interestingly-flavoured potato fragments. I kicked angrily at the pile of cans - no spam for me. Ham was for dinner. 2008-05-13T18:30:03Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/30389 <p>Exciting and funny. Great visuals for the bizarre scene.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30389?basename=62091 2008-05-13T18:30:03Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477 <p>Another great line with &#8220;interestingly flavoured potato fragments.&#8221; Bravo.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30389?basename=62090 2008-05-13T18:27:31Z John Perkins http://ficlets.com/authors/johnperkins21