Chapter Twenty-FourA Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithnA connection is made.Chapter Twenty-Four I woke with a
start. Something was wrong. I sat up and noticed there were moving
shadows across the floor. I was a little
thrown off; I couldn’t remember where I was.
Then I heard them. The moans of
the dead outside. They were busy and
right outside our door. I turned to
look for Shawna on the other side of the doors to find her gone. I threw my legs to the floor and stood,
keeping out of view of the Nasty’s.
Where was she? “Shawna”, I
whispered heavily. No response. I wanted to
walk to the hallway to see if she was near the elevators, maybe taking a potty
break. When I glanced in the general
direction, it was all clear as to why the Nasty’s were so agitated. Shawna was there, giving them a show. Evidently,
she’d called herself trying to do something useful, giving the zombies an
eyeful. She was going through drawers
and the small closet behind the desk.
She’d allowed herself to be spotted and drew a crowd at the doors. All it took was one good shove and they could
get the turnstile going. They’d pour
into the lobby like a waterfall, flooding the place with the undead. “What in the
world are you going? You’ve got them
clambering to get in here!” “I was trying
to find some weapons. I didn’t even know
they saw me until just now!” She was
trying to kneel down to hide from view. “It’s too late
for that now! They’re on to us!” “Well what do
you want me to do?” “Dang it!” I didn’t know. I was beginning to sweat, my heart rate was
through the roof and I had to pee. “We
have to keep that door jammed. They seem
to be too stupid to remember how to open a door. Come help me get more stuff to keep the door
wedged!” As we pulled
items to the doors, the zombies grew increasingly persistent. Their ravenous tempers were being provoked by
our continuous activity; they pushed and shoved, smearing their saliva and black
blood across the windows. Many were so
decayed they left bits of their rotted skin across the glass, making light
difficult to shine through. Their moans were growing louder too; causing
Shawna to stop periodically to press her hands over her ears. This annoyed me because she couldn’t stop the
noise. They would only get worse as the
chorus drew the attention of other zombies.
I began to realize I would die in a short while. I ran behind
the receptionists desk and pulled out the bottom drawer. “What are you doing? There’s nothing in there, remember?” “I’m not
looking for anything. Help me pull this
drawer out!” I pulled the metal drawer
as far as it would go. There were two
small tabs on the sides that unlocked it from the body of the desk. Shawna pressed them as I caught it and
dropped it to the floor. I flipped it
over, dumping its contents out and ran to the door. I wedged it
between the leather, Commodore executive chair, stopping the turnstile from giving
way. I sighed with relief but didn’t
know how long it would hold as long as the monsters knew they were there. We needed to leave but there was no way out. “Stay here and
try to stay out of their sight. Maybe
they’ll give up.” I began towards the
hallway. “Where are you
going?” The fear in Shawna’s eyes
probably reflected my own but I had to keep thinking. We needed a plan. “Going to see
if there’s another way out of here.” “There’s no way
out”, she whined. “Just stay
here. I’ll be back!” I headed down
the hall, passing the elevators and the smash-faced zombie. There were other doors on each side of the hall but I didn’t dare
touch them. The possibility of there
being other things there frightened me.
It was bad enough they were knocking at the front door but if we ended
up surrounded from all angles, we were as good as dead. We were probably dead already. God, if I ever needed you, I need you now I prayed to
myself. I got to the back of the
hallway. One door stood before me. A door that was
pressed inward, towards me. Along with
the door was a large truck and about fifty pounds of brick and metal. Someone was in a rush to get away from the
Nasty’s and crashed right into the back of the building. We were trapped like rats! “Oh God”, I
yelped. What were we going to do? I ran back to Shawna. “We’re trapped.” “No!” Shawna was crying. “I didn’t think they saw me. I’m so-sorry”. “Forget about
it. Let’s just stay behind here and pray
they go away.” “They’re not
letting up No Name.” “Stop calling
me that!” “I wish I
could. “ She giggled, insanity seeping
through more than humor. “What did you
say your name was? From the dream?” “I didn’t but
I’m not sure anyway. Better to die not
knowing than wasting my last few minutes dwelling.” The Commodore
was beginning to slide inside of the turnstile, the metal screaming across the
tile. I peeped around the edge of the
desk, seeing it moving. I leaned back
and looked at Shawna’s questioning eyes.
I shook my head, indicating that our time was drawing to an end. “I won’t wait”,
I said. “I’m going to go and try to make
the chair stick.” “With
what?” Shawna’s voice was high-pitched
with fear. Her face was covered in
perspiration and she kept licking her lips.
What was that about and why was I even wondering? I chortled, “I
don’t know but I won’t wait for them to peel me out of this building like a
sardine in a can!” God, please help us out of here!
Send us an angel, Amen. With that, I
jumped up and walked right up to the monsters, crushing their kin to get at me
for their meal. I pushed against the
outer doors to make sure they couldn’t swing inward. They sat snug. I then went to the rolling chair and tugged
on it, pulling towards me to get it back into place. The constant pushing on the turnstile door
was making it difficult to stay. I tried my best
to get the chair to sit still but it was no use. I would have to stay in the entrance,
directly in front of the Nasty’s in order to stop them from coming in, which
was no good. The more they saw me, the
more they pushed to get in. The more
they pushed to get in, the more I had to stay in front of them. Catch 22. I sighed,
wondering how much longer I had when a flash of something caught my eye. Beyond the heads of the zombies, across the
street, there was movement. What was it.
I squinted through the sweat and movement of bodies to see clearly. It, it couldn’t be, could it? Nah, …really?
I saw the flash
again. A hand, an arm- someone was
waving to me. Holy smokes, it was a
man! A live man in the hardware store across the way; really? God, is it true? Can he help us, I thought. Then,
as soon as I saw him, he vanished. Every
man for himself I guess. I shoved with
all of my might to keep the chair in place and backed away. I walked backwards, keeping my eyes on them
while they did their best to get to me.
I ducked back behind the desk and looked at Shawna. The shock of the man in the window must have
still been on my face because she stared hard before saying anything. “What?” She squeaked. “I-I think,” I
stammered. “What?!” “A man. A man was in the store across the street.” Shawna stood up
but only saw the horde of dead people, chomping at the bit to get a bit of
her. She dropped to her bottom and shook
her head. “You were
seeing things. No one’s out there, no
one alive anyway.” “I’m telling
you someone was there! He saw me and
waved to me!” I was shouting. I shut up, hoping they couldn’t hear us. “If there was a
guy, he sure as heck won’t be coming to help us in here. There’s way too many of them to do any good.” “I know”, I
said sadly. She was right. The number of Nasty’s had grown since Shawna
rousted them up. “I guess now is
a good time to pray”, I whispered. “I
don’t want to die without asking God to forgive me of my sins.” “I don’t
know. I’m not ready to go yet.” She looked overhead, searching for a way
out. “Can’t we get in the ceiling
again? Hide out like last time?” “I don’t think
so. The ceiling is too high and they see
us. If we tried and they got in, they’d
only follow us. We don’t have time.” “I don’t wanna
die!” She yelled at me. I felt her
fear. I began to cry, realizing that
this was the end. I started praying and
hadn’t even realized it. “Dear God in Heaven, we have not lived the life you wanted for us;
I don’t even remember my life. I do know
that we are sinners, both Shawna and I.
Please Lord, protect us from these things from Hell. If this is what has befallen the world and we
missed the Rapture, please allow us passage into Your glory. Let us be allowed-“ There were new
sounds. The rattling of the chair in the
turnstile subsided and the moans were fading a bit. There were other sounds that replaced the
previous. There was grunting,
splattering and ‘yeah’s!’ along with a few ‘take that’s!’ The guy was out there, fighting the
Nasty’s! He did see me, oh thank you
God! Thank you! I jumped up and
pulled Shawna with me. “It’s the guy
from across the way! He saw me and
decided to help. God, you’re wonderful!” “God? What’s he got to do with it?” Shawna watched the three men cut the zombies
down. “I prayed for
him to help but I thought…” They were
done. Just like that, the zombies were
down and the men were clear. They stood
amongst the severed limbs and heads, chests heaving and covered in black
blood. I could have hugged every one of
them! Instead I ran
and pulled the chair out from the revolving door, snatched up our bags and ran
outside. I stopped with Shawna behind me
and we simultaneously thank the men. “I saw you
across the street. I thought you’d left
us to die.” I looked them over. One was really young, the other was tall and
thin with a rifle. Then there was the
guy who was in the window. He was huge,
standing at about 6”3’ and two-ten in weight.
He was dark-skinned, bronzed from the sun since tanning salons were out
of business. His hair made him look out
of place. Like a beach bum or surfer in
the middle of the mid-west. His eyes were a
bright, clear blue atop a perfect nose and thin line for a mouth. I wondered if he had perfect teeth when Shawna
stepped up, clearing her throat. “I’m Bixby”,
said tall, dark and handsome. He looked
over to the tall, thin guy who walked to the end of the building with a rifle
held at the ready. He was looking out
for other Nasty’s. “ That’s Dub and the
other is Glenn. How’d you wind up in
there?” “Long story-“ “We gotta
go!” Dub was backing away from the edge
of the building. We didn’t see the
bodies but knew a wall of the dead was making its way towards us. Their moans and shuffling feet told it all. They were hungry and they were coming. Glenn ran
across the street and grabbed a jug of water.
“Come on!” We all made our
way across the street, Shawna and I watched as the men snatched their booty. When we turned around, the zombies flooded onto
the street. That was our cue to go. Bixby realized
they had a problem. There were zombies
in the street, blocking his group from getting to the jeep. How could they get through them with 5-gallon
jugs on their shoulders and two women to boot?
“What do we
do”, Glenn asked nervously. “I’m sure it’s
terribly gauche of me to ask but how were you planning to complete our
rescue?” I asked. “I hadn’t
considered what we’d done a rescue but I’m not sure. Our ride is behind the building you were
hiding in. We were-“ “Less talk,
more walk!” Dub was heading back towards
the hardware store’s back entrance. They
were ending up the same as the women were! Bixby held the
door for the others to get inside and he shut it before the dead rounded the
corner. He then blocked locked it and
rushed past the waiting group to the front of the store. He glanced out the same window he’d used when
she’d spotted us and waved us forward. “We are going
to move fast out the front door. No
stopping for anything. Dub, I want you
in the lead while I bring up the rear.
Got it?” “Got it”, Dub
responded. Bixby counted
to three and opened the door quietly, leading us out. I walked out beside him and we began walking
in the street. Just when we’d gotten
about halfway, another mob of Nasty’s began trotting towards, cutting off our
path again. Bixby shouted
out, “Spread out and make your way to the jeep!
Dub, you and Glenn take that girl and I’ll meet you in fifteen!” “Got it!” He snatched my
arm and we ran away from the Nasty’s.
From my understanding, the jeep was to the east but we were running
north. Shawna went south with the other
guys to circle around. With any luck,
we’d be there about the same time. We dashed ahead
of the group but in the city, the buildings were so close together that a block
usually ran about three normal blocks. My
lungs were burning and my legs were pumping so hard I felt I’d collapse when we
stopped. Bixby spotted
an overturned Cadillac with white walls and those funny-looking spinners on the
rims ahead. He kept running and pointed
to the car, signaling it as our hiding spot. With hopes the
dead didn’t see, we crouched and waited.
That’s when I noticed the smell.
There was a pungent odor, a sort of sweet stink that made my stomach
want to lurch. I refused to let this
handsome man see me wretch so I breathed through my mouth. Unfortunately, it was like I could taste the
odor. I looked over
at Bixby. He was sweating profusely and
holding a handgun. Where’d that come
from? I remembered my shotgun and pulled
it out of the bag. I considered for a
moment and then replaced the gun, opting for my bat instead. The quieter the
better. The dead bunch stormed past. I don’t know if it was my imagination but they
were getting faster. I also noticed the
smell was worse now. We held our breath as
the horde passed. Bixby waited, looked
around and then raised up. Wrong
move. There were a few stragglers! Three looked to be dead teens but what
frightened me the most was the priest!
His back was facing us when we were gearing to run in the opposite
direct but when they heard us, he turned to view his possible meal. His priestly shirt was black, he still wore
his collar but it was stained a grisly brown from the blood that ran from his
mouth, or lack thereof! His jaw was
missing! It was as if someone wrenched
it from his head and left the sagging skin and dark chasm where his face was
supposed to be. His ashen skin was
riddled with scratches and blood spatter and when he walked, his skin flapped. He gurgled and began to give chase. We headed back towards the hardware store and
the alleyway. While running,
Bixby let me know where the jeep was and that when we reached it, to leap in
the back. He said it was a hard top so I
didn’t have any reservations with the idea. There were
Nasty’s behind us and then a few in front.
Bixby suddenly yelled, “Fire in the hole!” and an explosion went off in
front of us. The shock of the grenade
he’d tossed knocked me on my butt. It
hadn’t been a huge blow but it made my ears ring. There was a
haze of smoke floating across the street but I watched Bixby run towards two
zombies that reached for him. With fluid
action, he shot a elderly Nasty man in the forehead, leaving a dark hole that
released a small trail of smoke. The
other he shoved and ran past. I guess the
Nasty’s behind me got knocked down too but were recovering faster than I
was. I looked back to see five of them
behind me. I had to go! I got to my feet and followed Bixby. The smoke was
thick but not enough to throw the dead from my trail. I pushed through a cloud and turned around,
ready to slow them down. If I died, I
was going to die fighting. I stepped my
left foot forward and as soon as a the dead cop stepped through, I made with a
home run. His head cracked like a melon
and he toppled over. A dead woman
came at me next. I brought the bat up
hard, putting the bottom of her face into the top of her skull. She smashed like a rotten tomato. It would have been funny had it not looked so
awful. That’s when the priest and
another came at me. I had enough time to
pull the shotgun from my bag and fire.
They easily went down and no more followed. They were
coming but not close. I pumped it and
replaced it in my bag. I turned and
began running again. I was tired, aching
and wanted something to eat. I saw Bixby
waving me toward the alleyway and headed over. “Zen!” I stopped in my
tracks and looked over my shoulder.
Someone called the name I heard in my dream, my name. If it was me then someone was calling to
me. A male voice calling to me. Was someone alive out there and we missed
them? “Zenolyn, I’m here”, it called. “Hey, you’ve
got zombies on your six! You wanna wait
for them or get away with us?” Bixby was
looking uneasy at the crowd approaching behind me. I quickly
searched the area, seeking out whomever was calling. Finding no one, I turned and ran to Bixby. Together we hit the alley and made our way to
the jeep. Dub and Glenn were waiting, on
alert for any undesirables while Shawna sat safely inside. We climbed in and hit the road. © 2012 Cre8nFrmWithn |
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Added on May 8, 2012 Last Updated on May 8, 2012 AuthorCre8nFrmWithnKirkwood, 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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