Chapter SixteenA Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithnAfter suffering a terrible loss, an escape must be made...Chapter Sixteen I pulled back up into the
roof and wiped the bitterness from my face.
Below, sounds of lips smacking, slopping and slurping rose to our ears. I cried freely but did my best to control my
breathing. We had to move. I looked over at
Shawna, who was still crouched on the other side of the opening. She wasn’t crying, just sitting there, looking
at me. She was distant, detached. She was freaked out yet unmoving. I didn’t want her with me; I knew I’d have
been better off alone but I couldn’t leave her.
I mumbled for strength. I was
stuck with her but wished it had been Darren sitting beside her instead- a
cruel thought for sure. “We’ve gotta go. They won’t
think about us right now but it won’t be long before they try getting up here.” “They can get up
here?” She didn’t look at me and her
voiced sounded so far away. Further than
the nasty’s below. “I
don’t know!” I snapped. I put the bag on my backpack, snatched up the
gun bag and turned on the torchlight. It
wasn’t bright but we could see. The Building was old. I worried about falling through the soft
tiles, right into a crowd of the nasty’s.
The idea of their outstretched arms catching me like a bear catching his
jumping salmon meal, frightened me. I
had no intentions of being anyone’s meal and didn’t want to watch anyone else
being one either. I focused on the
mission before me. I had to find a way
out. There were lights from everywhere
beneath us. All about, there were
splotches of darkness, where the power was out or a light was switched to
off. It wasn’t difficult to see but
tough to find an opening to safety. I
began to wonder if we’d be wandering about the ceiling forever when up in the
distance, about ten or so feet, I caught a flash of light. Dim but visible,
there was something fluttering. “Up
there!” I didn’t look to see if Shawna
was on my heels. I crawled cautiously,
desiring no accidents that would give away our position. If they realized we were over their heads,
they’d try their best to reach us. I had no clue if they
were intelligent enough to put a plan together, one where they’d stack things
atop one another to catch us. I didn’t
want to be around and find out either. I
blinked away sweat from my eyes, trying to see if the flash of light was still
there. Ahead,
about seven feet was the flickering light again. I headed towards it, hoping it was the shadow
of a tree branch outside a window. I
moved towards it. I glanced over my
shoulder to see Shawna barely moving.
She was so annoying now, more than ever.
“Hey”, I
whispered. She looked into my eyes. She was hollow, probably from guilt as well
as fear. “I see a light up ahead. I think it’s our way out. Stay quiet and be
careful.” She nodded and we
headed over to the light. I was sweating
heavily, the load I was dragging causing me to wear out. I didn’t know if the window was going to big
enough, I was no spring chicken. Shawna,
on the other hand, was a small one.
She’d fit nicely. Our crawling rewarded
us with a boarded window. The portal was
covered, one of those metal gratings that are over roofing vents. It barely allowed any light, making me wonder
how I saw the flashing light. I put my
hand over the grate and pushed. No
budge. “How are we supposed
to climb out through that? Your butt is
way too big and I’m not going first, in case it falls to the ground!” Shawna whispered harshly. I didn’t remind her that we were only a
one-story building; the fall wouldn’t be so bad. If I had to leave her behind, cowering in the
ceiling of a candy store, that was on her. “I can get this cover
off and we can get away, as long as none of those-“ “Zombies”, she interrupted. “Yeah, those things aren’t on the outside, we can get away.” “Then we’ll be back on the streets. We don’t have David, we have hardly any food
and we still didn’t find a car to drive.” I
thought to myself quietly. I had to
admit, she was right about everything she said.
We didn’t have a ride, David was gone- as though he did something. Then we barely had anything to eat. Candy was not going to hold us long. Finally I came up with a response. “Shut up Shawna.” I turned and began trying to figure out a way through the
grating. I did have a rather large girth
but I wasn’t that bad. I could get
through, I thought. Just because I
didn’t weight a buck something didn’t mean I was fat, did it? Shawna groveled while moving up beside me. She stared through the openings in the metal,
with longing. On the other side of our
escape was the roof of the building along side us. It was the roof to a bakery. Sitting on the face of the building was a dead
neon muffin. I’m sure it looked tasty
when lit. What I would give for a muffin
right now. I pressed on the
grate. Nothing. “What now Sherlock? You got a magic trick to
get us out of here?” “First off, be quiet
Shawna. Secondly, we have to have something
that can get us through.” “I know what can get
us through”, she said while turning to sit on her butt. She then brought her legs up and with both
feet, kicked at the grating. The sound
was clamorous and positing giving! I
reached for her shoulder and yanked
back, towards myself. I had to stop her
from getting us killed. “What the-“ “You got a better
idea?” She shouted, fighting me to brace
again. Her face was wild, abominable. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she
hated me! I stared her in the
eyes and wondered what cogs were broken in her head. With those things below us, we could easily
let them know where we were. If we were
unlucky, and it seemed we were, they could get up here with us. They could figure a way to reach up and
snatch us from our spot with their hands and fingers twisted into claws. “I think I can find a
way to get the screws loose”, I
whispered harshly. I squeezed her
shoulder a little tighter to show her I meant business. I couldn’t tell if my emphasis registered
till she put her feet down. She didn’t
break the stare but shook her head in acceptance. “I have to find something to pry the grates open, maybe even break
them.” “Seriously? We can’t do
that without making more noise.” “Yeah but it won’t be as obnoxious as your kicking them.” Didn’t she understand anything? Our situation didn’t seem to be as dire as we thought. We hadn’t pursued us and with any luck they’d
forgotten about us. The sounds of the
Nasty’s below fell silent but they were still there.
Occasionally, there was a shuffle or bump underneath us; they were
looking for more of us to nibble on. I
had to figure a way to get through the vent cover or we’d have to go down
there. I slid my backpack off and reached inside, looking for something
that could help us pry our way through.
I didn’t have anything. I felt
about the area, my hands bringing up dust particles that flickered in the
sunlight that pushed through. Through my fingers, I felt critters skittering away from my
fingers. I used the pads of my fingers
to find something, anything. Finally,
after listening to Shawna constantly ask me what I was doing and two splinters,
I found a nail. The nail had a head large enough to allow me to use it as a
screwdriver. I sat for who knows how
long, turning, getting scratched by the tip before the first screw fell.. I almost had a heart attack when it slipped
through my fingers and hit the tile over the heads of the meat-eaters. We briefly held our breath, thinking we were
discovered
Shuffling
and grumbling but no outbursts- we were still undetected. I began working
on the second screw diligently. I wanted out of the place. The sun
was setting and I didn’t want to be in the store any longer. The heat
caused an acrid smell. The dead smelled worse than dead. A couple of
times, I gagged. I pulled my shirt over my nose and mouth but I didn’t
smell too great either! I needed one of those baths where the container
was made of a huge, iron tub, like in the western days. While
working and making a sweat, I thought about our situation. I thought
about how I still didn’t know my name and David being dead, probably one of
those things down there. I thought about how Shawna was a huge pain and
would probably get us both eaten. I thought about a lot. I wanted
out. Another screw down. Six more to
go. My frustrations were mounting and my hands,
primarily my fingers were tired and aching. I looked over at my companion
and saw that she was dozing! The girl went to sleep? I finally got
irritated. I reached over and shoved her shoulder. Shawna’s reaction was almost fatal. Her
body rattled and her hands went out as she flew to her left. Her eyes
went wide as she realized she was falling off the beam that held us up.
If she went over, she’d fall through the ceiling tiles and land smack dab in
the middle of the hubbub! I quickly put the nail between my teeth and
reached out. I managed to grabbed a handful of her shirt and her right
arm to stop the fall. She’d let out a mumbled yelp but stopped short and
was breathing hard and heavy. She then righted her self and shook herself
free of my hold. I gave her a stern look while she whispered angrily at
me. “What is your problem? I could have
fallen and gotten myself eaten by those zombies man! You crazy-“ “Stay away!” I cut her off quick
and glared. I refused to be killed because of her and I certainly wasn’t
going to do all of the work while she caught a few winks. I was tired, hungry
and wanted out of the ceiling. She was going to help me or stay there. “I am!” “Look girl, I am tired of your crap. If
you don’t want to be with me, then as soon as we get out of here, you can
flee. I don’t care. You already got one person killed and I don’t
want to be your second victim! David would be with us had you helped
me. Instead, you got all mousy and crap and now he’s gone! I don’t
kno-” I stopped myself. I’d struck a nerve, only she didn’t argue
back. Her chest heaved and her eyes
glistened. The corners of Shawna’s mouth curved down. She didn’t
break eye contact until the first streams fell. I couldn’t bare it.
I looked away and got back to turning the screw in the grating. I tried
to ignore her sobs but they broke through to my heart. I didn’t mean to
hurt her feelings but … Three screws down and I was
on the fourth when I heard more banging under us. The natives were
getting restless. I wasn’t sure if Shawna’s crying had caught their
attention or not but something got them riled up.
I began working faster but my hands were trembling. I hadn’t noticed but
my hands were sweating profusely. I could barely get the job done.
That’s when the banging started behind us. I stopped with the screw and
turned half way around. There were flashes of light from underneath us
popping through.
“I don’t understand”, I whispered. Then another flash of light from
below. The thudding wasn’t strong but enough to be noticed. That’s
when Shawna stopped whimpering and watched too.
In the distance, we saw that something was bumping the tiles furthest away from
us. Again and again, the light would flash around the edges, moving the
tile upwards and sloppily back into place. The hits weren’t hard but they
were enough to see if something was there or not. Or at least, allow a
sniff if that’s what they did. The Nasty’s were seeking us out! “We’ve gotta move”, I said
while working with the nail again, fearing that the slight grip would fail
me. I didn’t have enough to hold of the nail. It was so small that
it was hard to get the job done plus the light was fading fast. “They’re
looking for us?” Shawna questioned. “Yes and they’re not far off.
They’re looking for us”, I confirmed. I blinked rapidly as the sweat
burned my eyes. I was also having trouble with the sunlight
fleeing. I was sure they’d catch us if I didn’t get the freaking screws
out. The
pounding of the tiles moved closer to us. It was like one or all of them
were jumping up and down and irregular intervals, banging against the tiles,
hoping to knock us out of the ceiling. They’re the jumping salmon and the
bear. It’s frightening - driving me crazy! Concentrating was
becoming difficult. As I worked, I could hear
my breathing in hurried gasps. My heart slammed against my ribs as the Nasty’s
were beating on the tiles. While working, I prayed for help. I
asked God to get us out, bargaining to do anything He needed as long as we
could be safe. I looked over at Shawna. Her lips were going a mile
a minute, while wringing her hands like one of those villians in a black and
white picture. She appeared to be praying but that couldn’t be right,
eh? I continued to glance from behind me to her lips, wondering what she
was saying. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Her lips
began to allow sound to pass through them. I still couldn’t tell what she
was saying, through all the noise. I worked harder, feeling the
vibrations of the ceiling throughout my entire body. So hard to
concentrate… Bang!
Bang! Bang! Why
won’t they stop, I wondered. I kept turning and got another screw
loose. I placed it with the others and started up again. So many
times through the clatter, I wished and wished for a screwdriver.
Anything that was larger than the nail head I was using to get the screws
loose. Bang!
Bang! Bang! I was beginning to hear Shawna clearly, yet still low
enough that I strained to know her words. No she wasn’t praying, that was
for sure. I did begin to feel more pressure as her words repeated over
and over. I could only do what I could- why didn’t she offer to help me
out in place of chanting over there? “Come on, come on, come on”, she
continued. I wanted to yell at her, the stress so unbearable but I kept
at the screw instead. Turning and glancing over my shoulder, I worked to
get the darn thing free. Then, then the unspeakable happened. I got
the screw free…and it fell to the tile between my knees. “Bugger!” I shouted without realizing
it. The banging stopped. The silence was unnerving; all I could hear
was my heart drumming in a strong whooshing sound. Had they heard
me? Did they catch our location through all that clamor? I looked
over at Shawna, almost giggling from the insanity of it all. She looked
like a freaking owl; her eyes were as big as stop lights shining back at me. Seconds passed, minutes with no sounds from us or
from…from them. I began to think I’d lucked out when I reached for the
next screw. Slowly, I extended my hand, fingers lightly over the next
screw when they started banging again! This time, from beneath us! Shawna and
I both screamed in shock! They found us and were determined to grab a
hold. The tiles banged up towards us, hitting our butts, legs and the
metal framework they sat in. The Nasty’s weren’t playing anymore.
They hit so hard the tiles were breaking in some spots. I saw their flesh
torn fists popping up and down. They found their prey but couldn’t
pounce. Shawna was bawling now and I had so much difficulty in using that
darned nail that I just leaned back on the rafters and brought my feet forth. It was hard to hold on with the tiles flying
past me. Some not falling back into their grooves due to the
determination of the Nasty’s. They wanted us, something fierce! Using one of my feet as a battering ram, I kicked at the
grating. It bent but didn’t give. It didn’t stop me though; there
were too many screws missing for it to hold for too long. If I could just
bend it enough for us to squeeze though, that was all that mattered. “Hurry, hurry!” Shawna screamed. I watched her
bounce from spot to spot, avoiding the grasping fingers that flew through the
ceiling. Between one of my kicks, I chanced a peek
downward to see the view below. It was not pretty. More of the
Nasty’s were in the building; there were about thirty now, from the look of
it. Their skin was a pasty grey color, with scratches, bites and such all
over. None of them had a face that looked
familiar. A bunch of dead They all jumped up at us, making the scene
comical. I almost laughed again but got hold of myself and began kicking. The next kick pushed the left side of the
grating outward. IT was working. Shawna kept yelling orders at me,
telling me to kick here or there. I ignored her and kept using one side
to focus on until it bent enough for us to push through. I just wanted out
with as much space as possible. I didn’t need my big butt getting stuck
halfway through. I pounded, harder and faster, my feet making way.
The metallic shrill was a lilting solo compared to the droning chorus
below. I never really pondered the emotions of a zombie before but if I
had to put a name to the emotions of the things that desired our flesh, I’d say
they were pissed! Their dead faces carried scowls and milky-eyed
stares. Others seemed to glare at us, full of hatred. The looks
fueled my effort, missing the realization that I’d bent the grating outward
enough to squeeze through. Shawna was hitting at my feet to stop me, while trying to
climb across from her beam to mine to scramble out. The entire time she
maneuvered over, hands darted up and down, attempting to make purchase.
It was rather funny and I let loose a maniacal laugh. Shawna looked at me
with disdain. It too made me laugh. She pushed her way through and stood.
I could see her eyes as she slid off the ledge of the opening and then turned
to make sure the coast was clear. “Come on”, she called in to me. I shifted back to my
hands and knees, grabbed the backpack and tossed it through. Shawna
caught it and then moved back. I grabbed the gun, about to hand it to her
and then changed my mind. I turned with ease, being the only one in the
space, to face the hands reaching for me. I was going to climb out on my tummy. I wanted to
take a final glance at the monsters below, hoping to keep them thinking we were
above. Since it was somewhat obvious they didn’t sniff us out, I wanted
them to keep grasping for us, long after we were in the wind. I carefully crawled out, making noise and staring down
into the dismal crowd. They growled and roared at me. I didn’t know
what to think. It was like a terrible movie, dirty, smelly and
ugly. The Nasty’s were rather nasty and I didn’t want to see any of them
for a long time. When I cleared the opening, I pulled the
riot gun through. Shawna handed me the backpack and we stared at one
another. Our clothes were a mess and we were one person short. But
we were alive and that was all that mattered now. I looked past my
companion and saw the sun was just about set. We didn’t have time to find
a vehicle before dark but we had to leave the roof of the store. We
needed them distracted, demanding to get at us in the ceiling for us to
get away clean. I
leaned into the hole; they were still there. Fingers popping into view
every few seconds. Just what we needed. I used the gun to bang on
the grating. The chorus of moans, roars and yelps grew higher.
Good. “We need to hit the street
running while they still think we’re up here.” “I think we should
stay here. They can’t get us up here.” “Not now but
who knows for how long.” Motioning to
the destroyed grating, “I can’t shut that. If they get up here, they get
us. We need to go while they think we’re here.” Shawna turned away
from me a few steps and then turned back. “Where do we go?” “Anywhere is
better than here. I think we can get a car or maybe some place to
hide. Right now, anyplace is better than waiting for them to figure a way
up here.” “I’m
staying.” “What?” “I’m
staying. I don’t think it’s good to leave now. I say we stay and
maybe find something in the morning.” I
stared at her, wondering if she really meant that. She’s been frightened
to stone a little while ago, allowing her boyfriend to die. What would
she do if the street became full of them? I didn’t like the
girl but I knew she’d be dead weight if things got really bad. No pun
intended but she was pretty expendable at the moment. I could easily get
away from the building, even though I was exhausted and hungry. The thing
is, I didn’t want to be alone either. I wanted to have someone to talk
to; someone to help keep me sane. She was a person, after all- as lousy
of one as she was. “Shawna, I know you don’t
have the energy to run right now but we can’t stay here. If there are
more of those things nearby, they could easily call more here. We need to
go and find a safe place.” “No.” Shawna walked to a clear
spot and sat down. I sucked in a deep breath and then exhaled
slowly. I had to make a choice: do what I felt needed to be done alone or
wait it out with the girl. I didn’t like the latter but I didn’t want to
be alone. I walked over to her
and sat down. I stole another deep breath, released and looked at
her. “Fine. We’ll stay and see what happens in the morning.
Okay?” She didn’t respond. I
could see she was crying. Probably for David. She watched the sun
as it descended behind the skyline in silence. We didn’t speak for a
while, just listened to the muffled howls from inside. I didn’t know what
to say, or even know if she was mourning. Did she love him enough to cry
for him, after letting him die? Stop I told myself. She
didn’t let him die. She’s a kid; she was afraid. Had it happened to
me at that age, I’d have probably froze too. I looked over at her and
wondered what she was thinking. Was she seeing him, David trying to get
up to her or was she hearing his screams. His death cries of pain before
possibly becoming one of them? I felt bad for her but I
said nothing. I could end up saying the wrong thing and getting her riled
up again. I felt I needed to soothe her but what do you say to someone
who’s boyfriend was eaten by a clan of dead people? Instead, I opened the
backpack and pulled out two energy bars. I handed her one and wolfed the
other. I kept quiet until the sun slipped behind the buildings. I
figured we needed to establish roof rules till morning. I knew she wanted
quiet but we had to talk. “Shawna, we have to be really quiet
tonight. If we’re lucky, we can climb down and get out of here about
dawn. What do you think?” I didn’t want her to think I was ordering
her around. After all, it was exactly those feelings that got her to get
rowdy and loud earlier this evening. We didn’t need a repeat performance. I waited for her to reply
but she said nothing. I didn’t wait either. I walked over to the
edge of the roof and looked at the street. In all directions, nothing
stirred but papers on the wind. It was eerily frightening, knowing that
things were out there, waiting to pounce. To tear into your body and
devour you alive, was their only mission, the thought shot a chilling shiver up
my spine. “Who’s Darren?” I jumped at the sound
of her voice. She hadn’t spoken in so long. The sun had set,
leaving the moon so cast a low, silvery glow upon us. It wasn’t enough
for me to see her features but I could see her silhouette. She’d moved
the aluminum bat across her lap but was still in the same position. She asked me a
question that left me baffled. Where did that come from? “Who”, I asked. “Darren. You called out for someone
named Darren”, she said quietly. I thought back, trying to
remember when. “I called on God to help me.” “Why? Didn’t you say
that he started all this in the first place?” Her voice took on a tinge
of anger. “I didn’t quite mean it
that way. When I said that I thought this was God, I meant He was
delivering His punishment on this world, His judgment.” “Yeah, so much for the god
of love, huh?” “He does love us,” I
defended. “There’s so much we as a people, could have done-“ “Shut up”, she
snipped. Her voice didn’t raise and she still hadn’t look towards
me. It was like she was speaking from a distant place. I knew she didn’t
want to hear about God but I felt the discussion was imperative. We had
to understand what we were dealing with. Why else was the dead roaming
the earth? “David, was he
religious?” Shawna didn’t answer. “He seemed to believe. He
didn’t argue with me when I first said something about God making all this
happen so-” “You didn’t know
David. He was a special person”, she interjected. Her shout struck
me with a tinge of fear. Not of her but for our safety. I ran over to her
with my finger to my lips. We had to keep quiet or we’d be stuck with no
chance of escape. “Do you want to be
stuck here until we die of starvation? You have a big freaking mouth and
it’s already gotten us stuck on this roof and David killed!” My voice was
a shriek of a whisper. I couldn’t understand the girl but I’d make sure
she understood me. I knelt on my knees
and looked her in her face. She had no way of ignoring me or what I had
to say now. I was tired of her silliness and I didn’t want her causing us
any more danger. I leaned so far in to her, our noses almost kissed.
I glowered deep into her eyes, piercing with a paternal stare. I put my
hands on her arms and shook her for emphasis with every word. “You are selfish and
uncaring. If David was such a special guy,” I spat in mockery. “Why
didn’t you help me get him up? He could be alive right now, with us, had
you helped me out! But what did you do? You froze; you sat there
like a big baby and they ate him. THEY ATE HIM Shawna! I saw
it!” Her eyes were huge ovals,
watering and flowing tears. She didn’t blubber while I fussed. She
just sat there and listened, never breaking the link our eyes held. Deep
down, I wanted to kick myself for being so harsh but she needed a dose of
reality; Shawna needed to see what she had done. I considered yelling
more but felt it more important to keep our location secret from the
Nastys. I gave her another good shake for measure and then let go.
Backing away, I approached the ledge again, looking for signs danger.
Nothing was there. I checked the other sides and then returned to my spot
next to Shawna. She was looking out at the night again. “I’m sorry.” I
waited. “I’m not sorry for what I said but how I said it to you.
This has got to be tough for you. I got to grow up like a normal person,
I guess. I don’t really know much about myself but I do know that I grew
up. “Right now, I need you to
grow up. I need you to realize that this is your life now. We have
to work together to survive. I need to know I can count on you to help me
when danger comes for us. I need you to help me.” “I know.” I was surprised she’d
responded. I looked over at her to see she was already watching me.
I wondered what she was thinking but honestly didn’t care. If I said
anything, it would spoil the moment and I was ready to take a nap. I at
least had her attention enough to get an appreciation for the situation.
That was the start I needed with her. I passed her a bottle of
water and laid back. I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep. I
didn’t know it but Shawna followed me just as quickly. © 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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