Chapter ElevenA Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithnTroubles 'a comin'!Chapter Eleven Nothing stood before me. I waited to be pounced but nothing was there. My heart was in my ears and my hands were
dripping sweat. When I wasn’t attacked,
I exhaled- not realizing I’d been holding my breath the entire time! I stood still for about another minute and
began to feel my pulse slow. I relaxed
my braced stance and stepped into the doorway. “Ack!” With a loud bang, Shawna slipped on some
gumballs. She landed on her backside and
sat still. I turned to give her a
threatening glare, David and I both. She was going to be the death of us. Literally. I sighed with frustration and turned my gaze
back to the doorway. Out of the shadows
a pale, half naked man jumped at me with his arms extended. His hands were curved into claws. His face was
distorted, like he was in pain. A lot of
pain. His eyes were yolky with pale
pupils " like the Nasty in the backyard. The thing that caused my pants to
almost thicken with yuck was his mouth.
The man’s mouth was black. His
gums, teeth and tongue were black like he’d eaten tar fur lunch! He growled at me; the sound that emanated
from his throat was like a primordial growl.
It was animalistic and uh, hungry.
The sound was hungry. He charged me! He wore a dirty, white, business shirt,
stained with blood. Half of his neck was
missing on the left side, causing his head to hang. When he ran towards me, it bounced
comically. I wanted to laugh but the
adrenaline that coursed through my veins caused me to shout with a startled
shake. I felt the jolt of shock and fear stream through
me from head to toe before I reacted. I
swung. With momentum coming from my right side, I
raised the metal bar upwards, like a golf swing. The rod made contact with the side of his
head. It snapped against the mans skull
so hard that it made a high-pitched ting.
It was so nice, I giggled with excitement! His head shot up right and then flopped up
and back, snapping his spine and falling to his back. I’d have felt victorious if the body had
gone down. It didn’t. He still stood before me, his charge
thwarted. He stood, evidently confused
and still walked forward with a sort of Frankenstein style. I brought my right leg back, planted my left
leg. I growled with anger and brought my
right leg forward for a kick with the sole of my foot. The forward shove knocked him onto his back. I hadn’t noticed before but I heard this
weird, muffled scream and looked to see Shawna screaming into her hands. David’s hands were over her hands covering
her mouth, dampening the noise. I looked back to the Nasty and found him
struggling to get to his feet. I kicked
him over and saw the face looking up at me from his back. It was so weird. His mouth was still working; a silent
sentence, other than the growling- trying to speak to me. He smelled awful. He was bathed in blood, probably his
own. He also had bites removed from
him; his legs, arms and side were all missing plugs of meat. I felt bad for him. I raised my pole and brought it down, into
his temple. With a shudder, his soulless
body stilled. The room was quiet. Shawna was quiet and the Nasty was truly
dead. I stood over the body; breathing
so hard I thought I’d pass out. I
didn’t. No such luck. I looked back at them. “Stay put.” I walked through the door and waited. If there were anymore of them inside, I figured they come out. It would be better if they did; now would be
the better time to attack. I was full of
energy and rearing to go! I stepped further
into the doorway, into the darkness. I waited about three feet in and reached with
my non-existent psychic abilities. I got
nothing. I didn’t hear anything
either. I slowly made my way to the right,
reaching with my right hand for a light switch against the wall. I got nothing. I moved back into the doorway, into the
light, and swapped hands. I finally felt
the blessed switch. I almost wished I
hadn’t. The light revealed the storeowner’s leftovers. It looked like the remnants of a five-year
old kid. It didn’t look old but not
fresh either. Some poor mother was
looking for their child. This was
unreal, depressing. I peeked around shelves and found a long
table in the far corner and nothing else.
No one else. It was more like a
storage shed built inside of the store.
I figured it was where he kept a lot of supplies and such that wasn’t
inventory. Finding an old push broom, I shoved the body
under the table, in the farthest corner. I blocked it from view with some boxes of
toilet paper. The office-like room would do for a place to
stay the night. The door seemed pretty
solid and it had three locks. One of
those slide bolts from the door into the frame on the top and bottom. The doorknob had it’s ususal lock with a bolt
as well. Not perfect but safe for the
night. In the morning, we’d get out of
the city, find a vehicle, ride to safety.
There had to be a haven somewhere. *** We did our best to block off the huge opening
in the storefront’s window. Anything
could get in if it really tried. We
didn’t want any late night visitors while asleep and unguarded. We put shelves in front of the window and a
few boards. There wasn’t much but we
were going to sleep in the office and didn’t want the light from under the door
to lead any of the Nastys to us. Next, I had them lay some of the candy jars
and glasses about the floor in front of our blockade. I figured the Nastys acted on instinct and
not on thought. It made me suppose they
wouldn’t worry about knocking things over or stepping on anything of
unimportance. With any luck, they’d fall
over one another while we got away. If they wanted a meal, they’d charge,
right? I hoped so. David and Shawna didn’t object. Our next move was for food. They sifted through the items strewn about
scavenging. My main concern was weapons.
I wanted something more than a thin bat. I made my way behind the cashier
counter. I checked for a safe or
compartment below the register, thinking that something would be there like on
tv. No such luck. There was a trashcan and a real bat though. I swapped my metal rod for the aluminum club. There were many inventory paper stacks and a
wooden stool to park on, nothing more.
It was both upsetting and exhausting.
I dropped onto the stool and looked at my companions. They were bent over, spying everything from
candy to jerky. That’s when I saw them. Everywhere, all about the store. Pretty much hidden, they were small but still
visible. They were also sporadic, spread
all over the walls, floor and even a few on the ceiling. “David, could you come here for a
second?” I asked in a low speaking
voice. We weren’t sure if the Nastys
could hear us or if any were nearby. He made his way to me and stood to my
left. “You notice anything about the
room from here?” David studied the store. He eyed the area, concentrating here and
there but I could tell he wasn’t seeing it before he answered. “Nah, what’s up?” I waited a little, thinking he’d catch what I
saw. I moved from behind the counter and
pointed to small spots all over the store.
I pointed to a small hole, about the size of small, blouse button in the
wall. Outside of the hole, wood had been
splintered. I pointed to another on the floor about a
yard away. I showed him another above
me, in the ceiling. Shawna stopped her
looting and followed me as I found many others. I walked to another hole, this one through a
can of jellybeans. It too held the same
sized hole as the others. I looked to
David. He wore a puzzled look. Good grief. I pointed to a wooden barrel that held pounds
of caramel cubes. The side of the barrel
held three more similar holes. “You don’t know what these are?” I asked in shock. “No”, he said looking goofy. How old was he again? This was beginning to irritate me. Neither of them seemed to get anything! “These are bullet holes!” “Ah yeah”, was Shawna’s thick response. You know, like she knew all the time but
didn’t want to let on. “Okay, so?”
David asked. “Bullet holes means there was a gun
here! Look about and see if it’s still
here. It’ll help us out if we’re
attacked.” We began a new search. I was beginning to think I was better off
alone. David was smarter than Shawna but
that wasn’t saying much. I was impressed
with him before; I think I was impressed because he kept his mouth shut. The more we interacted, the more I was
doubting his usefulness. “You know how to shoot a gun?” Shawna asked.
She popped a caramel cube into her mouth. She chomped on the taffy, making nasty, saliva-like
noises. It was so disgusting. “Yes I do.
I "” I do? I do! I do know how to shoot guns, handguns
particularly! That’s awesome. “Yeah, I know how to shoot.” “You sure?
You seemed like you weren’t a second ago.” “I do and I will use it if I have to. We don’t know how many of those things are
out there but if it’s anything like the movies, sound attracts them. We can’t go shooting like bandits holding up
a stagecoach.” Shawna didn’t say anything. I would be the keeper of the boom stick, no
doubt. I didn’t receive good vibes
imagining her taking aim, shooting for our lives. Not much better with David either. While looking around, we picked out candies
and other snacks to put into my bag, making sure that we had something to eat,
when we left the shoppe. There were only
a few items that weren’t loaded with sugar.
I made sure to pack the jerky, chips and crackers, along with a few more
bottles of water. As it grew late and I wanted to make sure we
had the place secure for the night. I
made the suggestion to sleep in the closet where the storekeeper hid. They both agreed. I had forgotten to tell them about the kid’s
body. It wouldn’t be right to lead them
in there and not. Plus, the smell would
have given it away. “Oh, um- there’s a body in there. It’s not dangerous but I hid it.” “No!
No way I’m sleeping where a dead body is laying out!” “Look, it’s so jacked up, there’s no
threat. We don’t have anywhere to put it
and it’s late. We need to rest until "“ “No way.”
Shawna stood her ground. She even
crossed her arms across her chest for emphasis. I stared at her blankly and thought it
through. I guess I didn’t really want to
sleep with a corpse, a half-eaten corpse either. The idea of it possibly getting up was
frightening but if it hadn’t gotten up with the storekeeper was with it, why
now? David didn’t say anything. I felt like he was waiting for me. With a heavy sigh, I put down my bag and we
walked over to the spot that encased the kid. There were some plastic bags on a shelf, the
large ones. I grabbed a bunch of them
and handed some to David. “This body isn’t pretty to look at. If you have a weak stomach, you don’t’ have
to help.” “No, I can do it. “ He looked back to Shawna. “Why don’t you take the bag and sit over
there Shawn. This might be ugly.” She didn’t say a word. She walked away and plopped on her
bottom. I was liking her less and
less. “You ready for this?” “As I’ll ever be”, he stated while taking
deep breaths. I heaved the large boxes away and ta-da! The body was still there, motionless. It was a gruesome sight, enough to almost
make me cry. I think it was a boy, for obvious reasons but
it wasn’t all there. The belly was a
cavity, empty. Inside you could actually
see the back skin and the spine, broken in some spots. The face, hands and arms were gnawed on so
badly, meat was left in strips. Almost
all of the soft flesh was removed,
leaving a husk similar to that of a Thanksgiving Day turkey. Not pretty at all and the idea of picking any
of it up to move was repulsive. “Let’s get it done”, I said. We go to it. *** It wasn’t long before sunset. The hues of the sky changed before our eyes
as we kept an eye out for stragglers or them. We snacked and whispered about what we
thought would be out there. It didn’t
help to just sit quietly. Our minds
tended to wander, taking our imaginations with them. Ideas of how this came to be were all the
same. Military or government conspiracy to punish
the little people. Somewhere the
president and his staff were living it up in a cave in the mountains,
unscathed. Whatever. “I think it’s God.” Shawna and David froze, looking to me in
shock. “Why would God do this to us?” I turned to look out the window. “I think it’s punishment. This planet has gone to hell in a hand basket
and it’s our faults. We didn’t live
right; we didn’t love each other as ourselves; heck- we didn’t even love
ourselves as we should love ourselves!” “You’re crazy!” Shawna snapped, not realizing how loud she
had been. I flinched at her response but not because
she thought I was crazy. She had a big
mouth. She could draw them to us. I looked at her and was about to tell her to
keep her voice down when she stood over me and glared. “You are a nut! I shoulda known when you came up with David
to pull me from under that tree!” “If I was crazy, I’d have left you
there.” I kept my voice down, hoping
she’d lower hers. She didn’t. “I don’t need you, you nut! I coulda got outta that mess with the
tree. I don’t have to take ordrs from
you either! And I don’t have to listen
to your righteous, crazy talk!” “Shawna”, David said taking her hand. “Sit down and lower your voice.” “No!”
She shouted. Then she got quiet. I looked to the window, where I sat in the
shadows. If someone had looked inside
the window, they wouldn’t see me but they would see Shawna. She was right in line with the large, broken
window. I hadn’t noticed while she raved but as soon
as she got quiet, we all heard. Footsteps. Not far away, people were walking
quietly. They weren’t moaning and
groaning like in the movies. I couldn’t
even see them but they were coming. I jumped up and stole a peek. They were across the street, using their
milky eyes to search of their next meal.
I froze and held my hand out behind me.
I counted five Nastys. I held out
my fingers to let them know behind me. I turned and held my index finger to my lips,
then pointed to the office door at the back.
We began tip-toeing towards our haven. I bet they weren’t even around until
Shawna’s big mouth played us! She stopped to grab a snack bag of pretzels
near the cans of jellybeans and knocked a can over. The sound was like fireworks on the fourth of
July! The can bounced twice and then rolled towards
David’s feet. We all froze, praying the
Nastys hadn’t heard. My heart was
threatening to burst in my chest. The three of us looked back, towards the
window and saw about twelve sets of milky, yolky eyes looking in on us. No words can describe my thoughts in that
brief moment. It was like time had
frozen still. No one moved or said
anything for like, ever! They just
stared at us, unmoving. They pale,
grayish skin shined in the setting sunlight.
Then they moved. All at once they charged through the broken
window. Knocking down the shelves, boxes
and running over the jars and cans that we’d left out to trip them up. To a degree it worked. The trap slowed them down but it didn’t stop
them. They ran over one another to get
at us. As soon as this registered in our
minds, I bellowed a long, “Ruuuuuun!” They didn’t need me to say it twice. They were on my heels. We dodged knocked over shelves and jumped
away from barrels that could have tripped us up before reaching the open office
door. As soon as Shawna and David were inside, we
slammed the door shut on the monsters.
They were growling, bearing their blackened teeth and hands extended
towards us like claws. With every step they took, saliva poured from
their mouths, letting us know just how much they were hungry for us. I wasn’t ready to be anyone or anything’s
main course. I hit all three locks in an
instant. The Nastys banged on the door, full strength! I could have peed my pants at that
moment. I was breathing heavy, looking
around, trying to figure out what we were going to do as Shawna screamed
repeatedly. “What are we gonna do? What do we do?” “Calm down Shawn. Maybe they’ll go away!” “No they won’t! They’re gonna tear the door down!” “SHUT UP!”
I yelled. Sweat poured from my eyes, burning and
distracting me from coming up with a plan of escape. With each boom on the door, my heart skipped
a beat. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to be eaten alive either. We had to get out. I looked up to the ceiling as something flew
past my face. “What tha-“ “They’re breaking it down! We don’ t have much time!” David looked at Shawna irritatedly and walked
to me. “I think you are coming up with
something. If we stay here, they’ll peel
us out like a can of sardines.” “I know.
The only think I can think of is…”
I looked back up at the ceiling.
Tiles. There were tiles up there. “Do you think we can climb into the ceiling? David looked up. We moved simultaneously and snatched the
dirty table and slid it to a spot where I climbed on top. I reached up and saw that the tile moved. I instantly thought of the alien movie where
the soldiers looked into the ceiling and found the monsters coming at them up
there. I prayed that wasn’t the case
here. I pushed the tile to the side and stood on my
tip-toes. Nothing was there. The bars weren’t very strong but the railings
in the ceiling were. As long as we
stayed on the railings, we could crawl right over the Nastys and wait them out,
or better yet, climb to the roof and make an escape over-head. It was dirty and musty. Cobwebs and probably spider webs were
everywhere. That wasn’t as much of a
worry as being eaten though. I came back
down and whispered. “I think we can do it. That door won’t hold for long so we have to
move and hopefully they won’t figure out how we got away.” “You think they’re smart?” “I don’ t know but I they don’t seem stupid
either. Whether they’re operating on
animal instinct or not, they found us and fast.
Thanks to Miss Smarty-Mouth”, I nodded towards Shawna. “I didn’t know they were there!” She defended. “Enough girl!
Shut up so we can get out of here!”
Shawna gave me a nasty look but it didn’t phase me. She could always stay. I explained the railing and how we needed to
stick to them or else fall right into mob of the Nasty’s. With them understanding, I went back to my
toes, raised my arms over my head and pushed off the table. I had to swing my legs wildly and pull with
my arms in order to get into the small opening.
When I pulled myself into a sitting position, with my feet hanging down,
I plopped to my stomach and felt something smack against my ribs. I carefully sat up and looked down. Something was in front of me in a pile. I felt about and found a heavy-duty
torchlight. Hot dog! I turned it on. The light was weak but it worked. I shined the light and found a 37-mm riot gun
along with some shells. Awesome! I leaned down in the opening and reached for
the backpack. “David, help Shawna up and then we’ll bring
you up.” “Okay”, he said and helped Shawna up on to
the table. The banging on the door was deafening
now. Each pound they gave made the
entire room shake. They’d broken the top
slide lock and the doorknob was about to give way. If the knob gave out, they’d be inside in no
time! Shawna was about halfway up when The bottom
slide lock gave way. Oh crap I thought. We’re outta time. I yanked Shawna up as hard as I could,
bringing her into me and off to my right.
She landed so hard, her arm went through the tiling, causing her to hang
down into the room again. “Dang it girl, come on! David, get on the table!” I shouted. David ignored my command and stepped to the
left of me. He jumped and shoved
Shawna’s hand to push her back up into the ceiling. “No, no no!
Get up here!” They’re coming!” I shoved Shawna away from the hole as David’s
hands made it through the opening. I
grabbed him and pulled. He was so heavy,
I hardly made any headway. “Jump”, I yelled and he did. I still couldn’t get a good enough grip to
get him through. “Shawna, get over here
and help me!” Shawna sat on the railing, sniveling and whining. She wasn’t helping but freezing up
instead! The door downstairs didn’t have
much time. I looked down at David again and told him to
jump. He tried again and I did my best
to get him up and inside but I couldn’t do it alone. “Damn it girl, help me save your boyfriend!” “I-I can’t.
I can’t move!” She whined. David looked away from us towards the door,
then back to us. The sheer fear in his
eyes made me determined more than ever.
We had to get him up. I let go of David’s hands and wiped them on
my jeans. I made sure they were
completely moisture-free and I reached for him again. “Come on David, I’ll get you. I promise.
I need you to jump one more time.
We can do it.” Bang!
Bang! “I’m not going to make it”, he said. His face was red and wet with
perspiration. His hands were too, making
it harder for me to help him up. “Yes you will. Please, just jump as high as you can and I
will be pulling. We will all get outta
here” Bang!
Bang! “On the count of three, okay?” “Yeah.” On one, the door broke free of it’s
hinge. David looked away from me to see
the hoard coming at him. As he turned
back to me, I saw that we were too late. “JUMP!!!!!”
I screamed. And he did. I had him!
His pasty skin gave me nothing for gripping. His sweaty arm was as slippery as a grease-covered
pole. When he fell away from me, I saw the
desperation in his eyes; the fear of what was going to happen next. It was all there, in his eyes. His feet landed on top of the table. With a loud thwack his feet crunched
across the center, causing the ends of the table to fold upwards, throwing
David to the floor. The impact rocked his knees, making one
crunch. He yelled out and fell to his
bottom. The moans of the dead came
through with them door busting visitors.
They shuffled towards David. I leaned down again, I but I just couldn’t reach
him. I watched the hungry hoard ascend
on David, like wolves. The first one
snatched his injured leg, making him fall. The Nasty opened his gaping jaws and leaned in
for a bite. David screamed so loud, it
shocked me. I almost fell through the
opening. He began to push and shove at
the Nasty’s but it was no use, there were too many. Another grabbed his hand and removed a
finger. One came up behind him and bit
into his left deltoid muscle like a hamburger, pulling away a large chunk of
the young man. Many more followed
suit. Blood was everywhere. We screamed together, him from the fear and
pain and me from seeing it all. This was
a true nightmare. I hadn’t realizedit
but we were still reaching for one other but it was no use. My heart was in my throat and my stomach was
pushing up, towards my chest. He was
being eaten alive. Bile rose instantly and I vomited on the
horrid scene. I heaved about three or four
times before a few of them started looking up at me and reaching. The rest
didn’t notice, while eating David. He
didn’t notice either. © 2012 Cre8nFrmWithnAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCre8nFrmWithnKirkwood, MOAboutMy name is Alyssa and I am a Domestic Homeschool Engineer. I like to write, leaving some details to the reader's imagination. I describe but do not wish to over-indulge. Many things are best when l.. more..Writing
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