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.I tried to turn again and bring the barrel of the pistol up to the zombie’s head but it kept hold and twisted the collar of my sweatshirt around my throat.The flash light spun from my grasp and rolled across the floor.“What’s going on?” Smith called out.“I can’t see nothing.It’s too dark.”“It’s a zombie,” I croaked.“Get it off me.”Smith picked up the flash light and the beam swung in all directions.He eventually caught us performing our macabre dance in the light.The zombie was male with curly black hair and congealed blood covering the right side of his face and chin.I noticed one of his eye sockets was empty as we swung around in the eerie light.“Shoot it, Smith,” I squeaked as the yellow teeth came closer to my face.“It’s nearly got me.” I heard fear and panic in my own voice.Out the corner of my eye, I saw Smith’s silhouette by the urinals.I heard the click of his Desert Eagle and wished he’d hurry up and shoot this ugly fuck.“Stand still,” Smith yelled.“I can’t get a clear shot.”I wrestled the zombie back to the sinks and tried to move its head away from mine.Smith kept swaying the flash light in wide arcs.I remembered the hunting knife from the gun store and put my hand under the zombies chin, pushing its head back.I reached for my belt and unclipped the sheath catch.The zombie’s hands released my collar and flailed around my head trying to rip my face apart.The muscles in my arms began to ache and I knew I had to act before fatigue got the better of me.This ghoul wasn’t going to give up.I quickly unsheathed the knife and took a firm grip.The sharp blade briefly glinted in the flash light beam before I plunged it to the hilt in the zombie’s left temple.At last, the undead creature stopped floundering.It went limp and finally slumped to the bathroom floor.I retrieved the hunting knife and cleaned the blood and gore from the blade using the sink on the wall behind.Smith provided the light without a word.I knew what was going through his mind.He was trying to find the words to ask me if I’d been bitten in the struggle.“I didn’t get bit, luckily.” I answered Smith’s question for him.“I couldn’t see,” Smith stammered.“I didn’t want to end up shooting you.You did well there, kid.” Smith seemed genuinely concerned.I thought this was the closest I was going to get to an apology from him for not helping me.I took the flash light and shone the beam over the prone corpse.He was dressed in light brown coveralls emblazoned with a ‘Happy Hal’s Hardware’ logo on the right breast.On the other side was a name tag that read ‘I’m Larry and Happy to Help.’ It seemed bizarre some 48 hours ago this dead piece of rotting shit was serving customers and answering their queries with a smile on his face.“He was sure happy to try and eat me,” I said.“They probably left the poor bastard in here when they abandoned the place,” Smith sniffed.We cleaned ourselves up and searched the offices for anything we might find useful and just to be generally nosey.Smith and I soon tired of sifting through accounts and receipts and decided to go back down into the store.Smith wanted a flash light and I wanted to grab some more hand tools, easy to fit into my pockets.After the battle in the bathroom I wanted to carry as many weapons as possible.Smith found the flash lights amongst the lighting department and selected a heavy duty rubber handle model and a smaller pen sized one.A small light might come in handy so I took one as well.We took spare batteries, lighters and a short handled axe.I found a section of pocket knives and selected an expensive Swiss Army, multi tooled piece and slipped it into my pants pocket, feeling a little like a shop lifter.“What’s that noise?” Smith hissed and cocked his head to one side.I listened and heard a faint buzz like a generator or a motorbike.And it was growing louder.It was a vehicle engine.The Rolling Stones’ ringtone started again and I pulled the cell phone from my pocket.“Hi, Brett.It’s Denny again.I persuaded the guys to come and get you.I tried to call earlier but the signal keeps coming and going.We’ve made a break for it and we’re nearly at your location.”“There are a lot of zombies out here, Rosenberg.Don’t get caught up in the crowd.”“I thought you said there weren’t many there? Can you make it out into the parking lot?”I heard a female voice in the background over the noise of the VW camper engine.“Batfish says she’ll circle the parking lot once and give you a chance to get out and into the van.There are a lot of zombies on the streets so we can’t hang around.”“Okay, we’ll try and get out the front door but it’s not going to be easy.” The signal cut out again and we heard the VW camper approaching.“They’re coming to get us but we have to get out now.They’re not going to wait,” I explained to Smith.“That’s a familiar story,” he groaned.I thought quickly.We needed to keep the zombies back long enough for us get to the vehicle.“What about fire?”“I think that’s already been invented,” Smith snorted.“No, I mean we use fire to keep the zombies off us while we escape.There must be gallons of flammable liquids in here.”Smith thought, turned and searched the aisles.We held the pen lights between our teeth as we scooted up and down the aisles collecting flammable material.Smith grabbed a few cartons of brush cleaner and I took some cans of spray glue.The VW’s engine grew to an audible buzz.I turned and saw the headlight beams wash across the parking lot.“Smith, we have to go now,” I wailed.He nodded and we moved to the glass panels at the front of the store.One thing we hadn’t thought of was how to get through the safety glass windows.Chapter TwelveThe zombies banged at the glass windows with renewed vigor when they saw us approach.The undead milling around the parking lot turned and trundled towards the building.The VW camper crept into the parking lot entrance with the headlights turned out.“What’s the plan?” I asked.Smith looked blank.“I thought you had a plan.I was following your lead [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I tried to turn again and bring the barrel of the pistol up to the zombie’s head but it kept hold and twisted the collar of my sweatshirt around my throat.The flash light spun from my grasp and rolled across the floor.“What’s going on?” Smith called out.“I can’t see nothing.It’s too dark.”“It’s a zombie,” I croaked.“Get it off me.”Smith picked up the flash light and the beam swung in all directions.He eventually caught us performing our macabre dance in the light.The zombie was male with curly black hair and congealed blood covering the right side of his face and chin.I noticed one of his eye sockets was empty as we swung around in the eerie light.“Shoot it, Smith,” I squeaked as the yellow teeth came closer to my face.“It’s nearly got me.” I heard fear and panic in my own voice.Out the corner of my eye, I saw Smith’s silhouette by the urinals.I heard the click of his Desert Eagle and wished he’d hurry up and shoot this ugly fuck.“Stand still,” Smith yelled.“I can’t get a clear shot.”I wrestled the zombie back to the sinks and tried to move its head away from mine.Smith kept swaying the flash light in wide arcs.I remembered the hunting knife from the gun store and put my hand under the zombies chin, pushing its head back.I reached for my belt and unclipped the sheath catch.The zombie’s hands released my collar and flailed around my head trying to rip my face apart.The muscles in my arms began to ache and I knew I had to act before fatigue got the better of me.This ghoul wasn’t going to give up.I quickly unsheathed the knife and took a firm grip.The sharp blade briefly glinted in the flash light beam before I plunged it to the hilt in the zombie’s left temple.At last, the undead creature stopped floundering.It went limp and finally slumped to the bathroom floor.I retrieved the hunting knife and cleaned the blood and gore from the blade using the sink on the wall behind.Smith provided the light without a word.I knew what was going through his mind.He was trying to find the words to ask me if I’d been bitten in the struggle.“I didn’t get bit, luckily.” I answered Smith’s question for him.“I couldn’t see,” Smith stammered.“I didn’t want to end up shooting you.You did well there, kid.” Smith seemed genuinely concerned.I thought this was the closest I was going to get to an apology from him for not helping me.I took the flash light and shone the beam over the prone corpse.He was dressed in light brown coveralls emblazoned with a ‘Happy Hal’s Hardware’ logo on the right breast.On the other side was a name tag that read ‘I’m Larry and Happy to Help.’ It seemed bizarre some 48 hours ago this dead piece of rotting shit was serving customers and answering their queries with a smile on his face.“He was sure happy to try and eat me,” I said.“They probably left the poor bastard in here when they abandoned the place,” Smith sniffed.We cleaned ourselves up and searched the offices for anything we might find useful and just to be generally nosey.Smith and I soon tired of sifting through accounts and receipts and decided to go back down into the store.Smith wanted a flash light and I wanted to grab some more hand tools, easy to fit into my pockets.After the battle in the bathroom I wanted to carry as many weapons as possible.Smith found the flash lights amongst the lighting department and selected a heavy duty rubber handle model and a smaller pen sized one.A small light might come in handy so I took one as well.We took spare batteries, lighters and a short handled axe.I found a section of pocket knives and selected an expensive Swiss Army, multi tooled piece and slipped it into my pants pocket, feeling a little like a shop lifter.“What’s that noise?” Smith hissed and cocked his head to one side.I listened and heard a faint buzz like a generator or a motorbike.And it was growing louder.It was a vehicle engine.The Rolling Stones’ ringtone started again and I pulled the cell phone from my pocket.“Hi, Brett.It’s Denny again.I persuaded the guys to come and get you.I tried to call earlier but the signal keeps coming and going.We’ve made a break for it and we’re nearly at your location.”“There are a lot of zombies out here, Rosenberg.Don’t get caught up in the crowd.”“I thought you said there weren’t many there? Can you make it out into the parking lot?”I heard a female voice in the background over the noise of the VW camper engine.“Batfish says she’ll circle the parking lot once and give you a chance to get out and into the van.There are a lot of zombies on the streets so we can’t hang around.”“Okay, we’ll try and get out the front door but it’s not going to be easy.” The signal cut out again and we heard the VW camper approaching.“They’re coming to get us but we have to get out now.They’re not going to wait,” I explained to Smith.“That’s a familiar story,” he groaned.I thought quickly.We needed to keep the zombies back long enough for us get to the vehicle.“What about fire?”“I think that’s already been invented,” Smith snorted.“No, I mean we use fire to keep the zombies off us while we escape.There must be gallons of flammable liquids in here.”Smith thought, turned and searched the aisles.We held the pen lights between our teeth as we scooted up and down the aisles collecting flammable material.Smith grabbed a few cartons of brush cleaner and I took some cans of spray glue.The VW’s engine grew to an audible buzz.I turned and saw the headlight beams wash across the parking lot.“Smith, we have to go now,” I wailed.He nodded and we moved to the glass panels at the front of the store.One thing we hadn’t thought of was how to get through the safety glass windows.Chapter TwelveThe zombies banged at the glass windows with renewed vigor when they saw us approach.The undead milling around the parking lot turned and trundled towards the building.The VW camper crept into the parking lot entrance with the headlights turned out.“What’s the plan?” I asked.Smith looked blank.“I thought you had a plan.I was following your lead [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]