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Authors: Rhiannon Frater
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slightly familiar. She scanned the street and sighed.
“ Gun is out in the street. He must have had it in his hand.”
She let the curtain fall into place.
The phone began to ring again. Ken snatched it up. “Hello? Mr. Cloy? Yes. We were going to get you but there are more zombies in the alley. Um. Um. You don’t have an office in the back you can lock yourself in? Well, true. You’d be trapped with no exit. Uh.”
Lenore grabbed the phone from Ken. “Go up to your storage room and lock yourself in. At least you got a window up there. Yeah, I know it has bars. But you’re in a hardware store. Grab something-”
Even in the beauty shop they heard the glass shatter next door. It was a frightful sound and Lenore heard Mr. Cloy gasp in terror.
“ Run to the storage room upstairs!”
The phone on the other end hit the floor and she heard footsteps rushing away from it as the moans and screeches of the dead grew louder.
She banged the phone down.
Through the thick brick walls, they heard the cries of the dead.
“ I want to go upstairs,” Ken said finally.
Lenore jumped at the sound of someone thumping their fists against the beauty shop window started. “Yeah. I think you’re right. They’re all stirred up now.”
Together they hurried to the door to the stairwell that led to the second floor. Ken quickly unlocked it and they both stepped inside. Ken twirled the deadbolts into place.
They rushed up the long wooden staircase to the floor above.
“ I hate today,” Ken said.
“ I’m there with you,” Lenore agreed.
Unlocking the door to his apartment, Ken said, “We need to get a plan together. Stat.”
Lenore stopped on the step below him and took a deep breath. “Right now, I just wanna sit down for a minute and not think about it.”
Ken nodded and opened the door to his apartment.
Next door, they could hear Mr. Cloy screaming their names.
7.
The Fate of Mr. Cloy
The morning sun poured through the high windows of Ken’s apartment, filling the stylishly-decorated space with glorious light that illuminated the leather furniture and the art nouveau paintings that hung in antique frames on the walls. It was a perfect setting, except for Mr. Cloy’s voice screaming their names next door.
Ken drew in a few deep breaths and prayed to God it would be over soon. How long would it take for the zombies to kill Mr. Cloy? He felt tears sliding down his cheeks as the screaming continued. Next to him, Lenore sank down into a chair and put her face in her hands.
Together, they waited for the feeding frenzy to be over and prayed for Mr. Cloy’s screams to end.
Shaking, Ken sat down on the sofa and began to rearrange the fresh flowers in the china bowl on the coffee table. He couldn’t think of anything else to do and he just couldn’t sit still.
The screaming didn’t stop.
“ Why won’t it end?” Lenore finally said.
Ken blinked, then whispered, “Oh, shit.” He realized Mr. Cloy wasn’t screaming because he was being eaten. He was screaming to get their attention.
Jumping to his feet, Ken indicated for Lenore to follow him to the room next to the front door. It was a room that he had yet to renovate. The roof had leaked and the wood was rotted and the walls moldy. The estimate on how much it would cost to renovate had been out of his price range so he had shut the door and pretended the room didn’t exist.
“ The foundation settled a few years ago after a bad series of storms and the wall in here pulled away from the main part of the building. This section was an add- on.” Ken explained as he unlocked the door and shoved it open. “It used to be an open porch. Mr. Cloy’s building was built after this one and was built right up against it. A tornado during that big storm tore the second floor off of Mr. Cloy’s building except for the old storage room. They never rebuilt the second floor. They just fixed up what they could. I think I know what he’s
“ Gun is out in the street. He must have had it in his hand.”
She let the curtain fall into place.
The phone began to ring again. Ken snatched it up. “Hello? Mr. Cloy? Yes. We were going to get you but there are more zombies in the alley. Um. Um. You don’t have an office in the back you can lock yourself in? Well, true. You’d be trapped with no exit. Uh.”
Lenore grabbed the phone from Ken. “Go up to your storage room and lock yourself in. At least you got a window up there. Yeah, I know it has bars. But you’re in a hardware store. Grab something-”
Even in the beauty shop they heard the glass shatter next door. It was a frightful sound and Lenore heard Mr. Cloy gasp in terror.
“ Run to the storage room upstairs!”
The phone on the other end hit the floor and she heard footsteps rushing away from it as the moans and screeches of the dead grew louder.
She banged the phone down.
Through the thick brick walls, they heard the cries of the dead.
“ I want to go upstairs,” Ken said finally.
Lenore jumped at the sound of someone thumping their fists against the beauty shop window started. “Yeah. I think you’re right. They’re all stirred up now.”
Together they hurried to the door to the stairwell that led to the second floor. Ken quickly unlocked it and they both stepped inside. Ken twirled the deadbolts into place.
They rushed up the long wooden staircase to the floor above.
“ I hate today,” Ken said.
“ I’m there with you,” Lenore agreed.
Unlocking the door to his apartment, Ken said, “We need to get a plan together. Stat.”
Lenore stopped on the step below him and took a deep breath. “Right now, I just wanna sit down for a minute and not think about it.”
Ken nodded and opened the door to his apartment.
Next door, they could hear Mr. Cloy screaming their names.
7.
The Fate of Mr. Cloy
The morning sun poured through the high windows of Ken’s apartment, filling the stylishly-decorated space with glorious light that illuminated the leather furniture and the art nouveau paintings that hung in antique frames on the walls. It was a perfect setting, except for Mr. Cloy’s voice screaming their names next door.
Ken drew in a few deep breaths and prayed to God it would be over soon. How long would it take for the zombies to kill Mr. Cloy? He felt tears sliding down his cheeks as the screaming continued. Next to him, Lenore sank down into a chair and put her face in her hands.
Together, they waited for the feeding frenzy to be over and prayed for Mr. Cloy’s screams to end.
Shaking, Ken sat down on the sofa and began to rearrange the fresh flowers in the china bowl on the coffee table. He couldn’t think of anything else to do and he just couldn’t sit still.
The screaming didn’t stop.
“ Why won’t it end?” Lenore finally said.
Ken blinked, then whispered, “Oh, shit.” He realized Mr. Cloy wasn’t screaming because he was being eaten. He was screaming to get their attention.
Jumping to his feet, Ken indicated for Lenore to follow him to the room next to the front door. It was a room that he had yet to renovate. The roof had leaked and the wood was rotted and the walls moldy. The estimate on how much it would cost to renovate had been out of his price range so he had shut the door and pretended the room didn’t exist.
“ The foundation settled a few years ago after a bad series of storms and the wall in here pulled away from the main part of the building. This section was an add- on.” Ken explained as he unlocked the door and shoved it open. “It used to be an open porch. Mr. Cloy’s building was built after this one and was built right up against it. A tornado during that big storm tore the second floor off of Mr. Cloy’s building except for the old storage room. They never rebuilt the second floor. They just fixed up what they could. I think I know what he’s
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