Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 11A Chapter by wagonburnerThe Living and the Dead Pt. 2
I filled my mouth with Dress Lady calf. Tendons snapped and blood spurted as she screamed and fell over. She started thrashing desperately, so a flailing foot found my head. I jerked back in mild surprise, my grip loosening. She peeled away and started desperately dragging herself away. I was relentless. I picked myself up and moved to stand over her. She kicked out at my knee. I heard it snap and felt my weight pitch to the side and forward. I landed on top of her, her mouth immediately next to my ear.
All the better for you to rupture my eardrum, my dear. God, this woman could scream. Her hands forced me up as I snapped at her. Ruff! I thought to myself, working hard to not smile. Suddenly, somebody kicked my ribs and forced me off her. A man stood above me with a shotgun pointed at my face. Not again. Pretty sure this was going to suck. Before he pulled the trigger, another zombie lurched at him and they struggled briefly before he pushed the other away. Hey, I might actually get out of this without about a bajillion and a half pellets to rattle in my skull for the next week. I started to move as the Normie pitched the other guy away and shot him. The roar of the shotgun was louder than the Dress Ladys' scream. He furiously pumped the action and swiveled it back to me. I guess not. My fists tightened as he yanked the trigger. Nothing happened. HOT DAMN! I reached up and used the gun to haul myself to him. The idiot didn't even think to let go of the gun. Before you could say justifiable homicide, I was in his face, drooling and snarling. He finally recoiled and let go of the gun. I followed him as he picked up the lady and hauled her up the stairs the kids had disappeared up. I was hot on their heels the whole way up. He was struggling to carry her up the stairs with me slavering after them. In all the excitement, I didn't realize that I was the only one that followed them up. When I reached the top, they flung open a door and moved out of my sight. I got to the door before it closed and flung it open. I took one step in. Then I saw stars. Lotss of prety starsch. Someone had hit me in the head with something. Not hard enough to crush my skull, but still. Ow. So there I was, looking at the concrete as someone turned me over and stood above me with a table leg. One of those heavy wooden ones they have on those fancy mahogany tables. Before he could swing it down to "kill" me, someone else stopped him with a word. They carried on a brief and strained conversation as quiet as they could. See, I was distracted by the pretty stars, so I couldn't tell you what they said. When I finally started to recover, I took in more detail. They had stopped talking and someone else was walking cautiously towards me out of the darkness. By the way, the room- it was dark. I could see the silhouettes of the children and a few adults against the far wall. The person walking towards me had duct tape and some heavy rope. Aw, s**t. The guy above me had me pinned, arms to the side. I know! Right when he releases me, I'll start biting, kicking and moaning loudly! Yeah! The other person got close enough and I felt the pressure on me ease slightly. This is it! Or not. Duct tape went on first. Then another knock on the noggin. Seriously, have you ever just stopped and looked at the pretty stars? It's important to appreciate the little things in life. MMh? What? Oh, yeah! So they tied me up and dragged my a*s to the other corner and tied me to something heavy. The guy that brained me the first time walked over to me. I glared blearily up at him and tried growling past the tape. I saw him pull back the leg again. Then: Prety starsch © 2016 wagonburnerReviews
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