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unable to get his teeth clenched on any part of my flesh. I felt a cold liquid soak into my shirt when the dark red ooze flowed freely from its skull, and down across my chest.
As I pulled back to hit the second one , I heard the glass from the gas station shatter. In the flurry of the moment, Kyle had lifted one of them over his head and thrown it through the door of the shop. As the glass rained down, something moved within the shadows. There were more of them, though how many, I wasn’t sure.
Trapped under the creatures, struggling to free myself from the bastard still chomping at my face, I almost shit myself as I watched what emerged from the depths of the shadows. What appeared to be just a partial zombie, and what I quickly realized was the leftovers from the guy siphoning gas outside, slowly crawled out through the shattered glass.
Its one arm, head and torso were all that remained, and I found myself horrified at the thought of the thing still being able to function. The horror was magnified when I realized it was pulling itself directly towards me.
This torso creature was using its one arm and face to pull itself closer. Every time it brought its head down to move forward, little pools of flesh were left behind like footprints. Its lips were completely scrapped off, revealing a mouth full of broken teeth. Only one eye remained, as the other had been scrapped away by the ground.
With the awareness that this thing would be on me in just moments, I violently shook back and forth attempting to free myself. Beads of sweat and tears were running down my face, my muscles burned as I pushed with every ounce of energy I had left; to no avail.
Looking towards Kyle, he was screaming as he wildly fought back the creature he was dealing with. Turning my focus back towards the fat bastard crawling on top of me, I lifted the hammer, steading my shaking arm.
“Patience, John. You’ll get one chance at this,” I whispered to myself.
Letting the bastard on top of me loose, he dove in, mouth wide open. I could see his tonsils as I smashed the hammer sideways across his head. It fell limp, lying on top of the postal worker which still left me still pinned down between the pavement, the wall, and the two creatures.
My eyes were drawn back towards the abomination dragging itself closer towards me. With the rhythmic beat of a drum, it continued to bring its face down over and over again on the black ground, dragging itself within just feet of where I was pinned down.
The hammer was in the opposite arm to the direction the torso creature was coming from, rending it useless.
I thought of Jenn and my child. 900 miles away. I couldn’t stop. No giving up.
With the creature just inches from my shoulder, I let out a primal scream, and drove my arm down across its head with my elbow, driving its face into the pavement and knocking it back a few feet. Its one arm wailed around, frantically reaching towards me.
In that instant, a metal rod dove down through the torso creatures head. I could see the blood soaked metal come down through its teeth, knocking some of them out to the ground. Saved by Kyle once again. I knew he wouldn’t always be there. If I was a cat, I had just used another of my nine lives.
Pulling the weapon out of the skull, he placed it on the ground. He then casually walked over between the building and I, and put his feet up against the wall of the gas station to help shove the creatures off me.
They rolled off , spilling that familiar dark ooze across the pavement. As I stood up, I looked down at the Torso freak and said, “You know what? I now know what is going to keep me up at night.”
Chapter 9
There are moments in our lives when time is divided into two parts .
We slept in the Hummer that night, nestled behind a low hanging billboard that read: “Retirement is closer than you think!” I remember smirking when I saw it. I had pictured retirement a
As I pulled back to hit the second one , I heard the glass from the gas station shatter. In the flurry of the moment, Kyle had lifted one of them over his head and thrown it through the door of the shop. As the glass rained down, something moved within the shadows. There were more of them, though how many, I wasn’t sure.
Trapped under the creatures, struggling to free myself from the bastard still chomping at my face, I almost shit myself as I watched what emerged from the depths of the shadows. What appeared to be just a partial zombie, and what I quickly realized was the leftovers from the guy siphoning gas outside, slowly crawled out through the shattered glass.
Its one arm, head and torso were all that remained, and I found myself horrified at the thought of the thing still being able to function. The horror was magnified when I realized it was pulling itself directly towards me.
This torso creature was using its one arm and face to pull itself closer. Every time it brought its head down to move forward, little pools of flesh were left behind like footprints. Its lips were completely scrapped off, revealing a mouth full of broken teeth. Only one eye remained, as the other had been scrapped away by the ground.
With the awareness that this thing would be on me in just moments, I violently shook back and forth attempting to free myself. Beads of sweat and tears were running down my face, my muscles burned as I pushed with every ounce of energy I had left; to no avail.
Looking towards Kyle, he was screaming as he wildly fought back the creature he was dealing with. Turning my focus back towards the fat bastard crawling on top of me, I lifted the hammer, steading my shaking arm.
“Patience, John. You’ll get one chance at this,” I whispered to myself.
Letting the bastard on top of me loose, he dove in, mouth wide open. I could see his tonsils as I smashed the hammer sideways across his head. It fell limp, lying on top of the postal worker which still left me still pinned down between the pavement, the wall, and the two creatures.
My eyes were drawn back towards the abomination dragging itself closer towards me. With the rhythmic beat of a drum, it continued to bring its face down over and over again on the black ground, dragging itself within just feet of where I was pinned down.
The hammer was in the opposite arm to the direction the torso creature was coming from, rending it useless.
I thought of Jenn and my child. 900 miles away. I couldn’t stop. No giving up.
With the creature just inches from my shoulder, I let out a primal scream, and drove my arm down across its head with my elbow, driving its face into the pavement and knocking it back a few feet. Its one arm wailed around, frantically reaching towards me.
In that instant, a metal rod dove down through the torso creatures head. I could see the blood soaked metal come down through its teeth, knocking some of them out to the ground. Saved by Kyle once again. I knew he wouldn’t always be there. If I was a cat, I had just used another of my nine lives.
Pulling the weapon out of the skull, he placed it on the ground. He then casually walked over between the building and I, and put his feet up against the wall of the gas station to help shove the creatures off me.
They rolled off , spilling that familiar dark ooze across the pavement. As I stood up, I looked down at the Torso freak and said, “You know what? I now know what is going to keep me up at night.”
Chapter 9
There are moments in our lives when time is divided into two parts .
We slept in the Hummer that night, nestled behind a low hanging billboard that read: “Retirement is closer than you think!” I remember smirking when I saw it. I had pictured retirement a
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