- Bex Gooding
100 Word Flash Fiction
He looked at the others, exactly like him, all waiting for the order to deploy. Identical in their uniformity, it was impossible to tell one from the other. Their mission was simple; attack and kill. Families, individuals, it didn’t matter, everyone was a target. The old and the young were the weakest, most of them would fall easily, even the strong could be brought to their knees. There would be resistance, and a few would escape, but the overall success of the mission was guaranteed.
The order was about to be given. Anticipation gave way to excitement.
‘Influenza! Roll out!’