Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.This week, the chosen word is "Zombie." The first thing that immediately comes to mind for me when hearing this word is, of course, the supernatural, animated corpse from popular literature and movies; but that is a bit worn thin for my tastes, and thinking back beyond that veil I came to recall a song by "The Cranberries," which is also titled "Zombie." It is this that inspired my entry today. And, as sad as it is, I hope you enjoy it.
They fight the same war their fathers fought, yet they have forgotten the reasons why.
Was it for freedom, that beautiful dream that stirs in the hearts of every man; or was it for fouler aspirations?
They didn't know, nor could they ever ask: lost to time were the voices of reason, forever snuffed out like a candle when war demanded yet another sacrifice.
But fight on they do, controlled by unseen hands that urge them forward in remorseless hunger for damnation, carnage, and the desolation of souls.
Zombies they are, but not undead; rather pawns in a game in which neither side can win.