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Authors: Rhiannon Frater
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front door was reduced to what sounded like small fists now. Probably the evil zombie kid. Lenore carefully split the curtain near her with her finger and peeked out.
The little kid was still pounding on the door, but the adults were not in sight. The street appeared empty. The puddles of blood and bits of flesh strewn about the haphazardly - parked police cars made Lenore’s stomach clench. She slid her gaze to the little one banging on the door. He was snarling and hissing and she had the desire to slap him silly. Of course, he’d only try to eat her.
Dropping the curtain into place, Lenore said to Ken, “We just got the little kid outside the door.”
“ Where are the rest?” Ken lightly patted the Sheriff’s hand. It was obvious he didn’t know what else to do.
“ Beats me. Trying to eat someone else, probably.”
The phone suddenly rang beside her and, in spite of her determination to keep calm, she jerked in surprise. She snatched up the phone and said, “Hello?” She hoped to hear her grandmother’s voice.
“ Lenore,” Mr. Cloy’s voice whispered. “They’re trying to get in my store.”
“ Did you call the police?”
“ You mean the guy lying on the floor in your shop?” Mr. Cloy sounded both afraid and peeved.
“ Good point. Where you at?”
“ Hiding behind the counter hoping if they can’t see me they’ll lose interest.”
“ You got a weapon?”
There was a long moment of silence, then Mr. Cloy said, “I left it in my truck. I took it home to clean and take to the range and I forgot it in my truck.”
Lenore frowned and leaned against the counter. “Okay, we’re about to leave with the Sheriff for the hospital. Can you sneak to the back of the store and be ready to leave by the alley door?”
“ There are cracks in the window,” Mr. Cloy said in a trembling voice.
“ Are you listening to me? Can you move to the back of the store?”
“ I’m afraid to move. They’re trying so hard to get in. What if they see me and it makes them even crazier? I really thought the rapture would happen by this point. I really did.” He sounded close to hysteria.
“ Okay, we will honk when we are behind your store. That is when you get up, run to the door, open it and get to the car. Okay?”
There was a sharp intake of breath. “Okay.”
“ Then we gotta plan. See you in a few.”
Lenore hung up and grumbled to herself. She walked to the back of the store and grabbed Ken’s rolling office chair. Mumbling the whole time about zombies and people freaking out, she dragged it to the Sheriff and Ken.
Ken was very quiet as he fearfully stared at the old man.
“ Help me get him up,” Lenore ordered.
“ He’s dead,” Ken answered softly.
“ What?”
“ He just kinda let out this long breath then stopped breathing. I checked his pulse.” Ken wiped a tear away from his cheek.
“ You better step back in case he gets up,” Lenore urged .
Ken crawl ed backward, his body trembling. He rested his back against the wall and stared at the old man blankly. “Lenore, I couldn’t do anything.”
“ It’s not your fault,” Lenore said firmly.
“ Is he gonna come back?”
“ I don’t know,” Lenore answered. She grabbed the coat rack and stood over the old man. “I guess we’ll find out.”
In silence, they waited.
6.
Where To Go?
Lenore split her attention between the body and the clock on the wall. The coat rack was increasingly heavier, but she had to be ready if the Sheriff did decide to sit up and eat them. Ken plucked a heavy lamp off a table, ditched the lampshade, and wound the cord around the base. It was a good bludgeoning weapon.
“ If he gets up, I’ll hit him first then you,” Lenore instructed Ken.
“ I’m ready.” Ken hoisted the lamp stand over his head. He appeared both scared and determined.
Five minutes passed.
“ He’s not getting up,” Ken said at last.
“ Yeah, I think you’re right.”
“ The ones outside
The little kid was still pounding on the door, but the adults were not in sight. The street appeared empty. The puddles of blood and bits of flesh strewn about the haphazardly - parked police cars made Lenore’s stomach clench. She slid her gaze to the little one banging on the door. He was snarling and hissing and she had the desire to slap him silly. Of course, he’d only try to eat her.
Dropping the curtain into place, Lenore said to Ken, “We just got the little kid outside the door.”
“ Where are the rest?” Ken lightly patted the Sheriff’s hand. It was obvious he didn’t know what else to do.
“ Beats me. Trying to eat someone else, probably.”
The phone suddenly rang beside her and, in spite of her determination to keep calm, she jerked in surprise. She snatched up the phone and said, “Hello?” She hoped to hear her grandmother’s voice.
“ Lenore,” Mr. Cloy’s voice whispered. “They’re trying to get in my store.”
“ Did you call the police?”
“ You mean the guy lying on the floor in your shop?” Mr. Cloy sounded both afraid and peeved.
“ Good point. Where you at?”
“ Hiding behind the counter hoping if they can’t see me they’ll lose interest.”
“ You got a weapon?”
There was a long moment of silence, then Mr. Cloy said, “I left it in my truck. I took it home to clean and take to the range and I forgot it in my truck.”
Lenore frowned and leaned against the counter. “Okay, we’re about to leave with the Sheriff for the hospital. Can you sneak to the back of the store and be ready to leave by the alley door?”
“ There are cracks in the window,” Mr. Cloy said in a trembling voice.
“ Are you listening to me? Can you move to the back of the store?”
“ I’m afraid to move. They’re trying so hard to get in. What if they see me and it makes them even crazier? I really thought the rapture would happen by this point. I really did.” He sounded close to hysteria.
“ Okay, we will honk when we are behind your store. That is when you get up, run to the door, open it and get to the car. Okay?”
There was a sharp intake of breath. “Okay.”
“ Then we gotta plan. See you in a few.”
Lenore hung up and grumbled to herself. She walked to the back of the store and grabbed Ken’s rolling office chair. Mumbling the whole time about zombies and people freaking out, she dragged it to the Sheriff and Ken.
Ken was very quiet as he fearfully stared at the old man.
“ Help me get him up,” Lenore ordered.
“ He’s dead,” Ken answered softly.
“ What?”
“ He just kinda let out this long breath then stopped breathing. I checked his pulse.” Ken wiped a tear away from his cheek.
“ You better step back in case he gets up,” Lenore urged .
Ken crawl ed backward, his body trembling. He rested his back against the wall and stared at the old man blankly. “Lenore, I couldn’t do anything.”
“ It’s not your fault,” Lenore said firmly.
“ Is he gonna come back?”
“ I don’t know,” Lenore answered. She grabbed the coat rack and stood over the old man. “I guess we’ll find out.”
In silence, they waited.
6.
Where To Go?
Lenore split her attention between the body and the clock on the wall. The coat rack was increasingly heavier, but she had to be ready if the Sheriff did decide to sit up and eat them. Ken plucked a heavy lamp off a table, ditched the lampshade, and wound the cord around the base. It was a good bludgeoning weapon.
“ If he gets up, I’ll hit him first then you,” Lenore instructed Ken.
“ I’m ready.” Ken hoisted the lamp stand over his head. He appeared both scared and determined.
Five minutes passed.
“ He’s not getting up,” Ken said at last.
“ Yeah, I think you’re right.”
“ The ones outside
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