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Authors: Emily Owenn McIntyre
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gaggle of the Sandy's Beach walkers to come out to feed. Then the car stopped.
“Ah hell,” Allie maundered, peeking through the vertical slats of the Venetian blinds.
“What?” Kurt questioned, polishing the barrel of his six-shooter.
“This dumb-ass is out of gas and all the sickies are closing in on the car.”
Kurt got up and looked outside. “Open the window,” he demanded, picking up a pair of binoculars.
Allie complied. Kurt only had to look for a couple of seconds before realizing the importance of the blood smeared Cadillac.
Dropping the binoculars (which Allie caught a second before they would have hit the floor) Kurt pulled his second revolver from the holster and eagerly squeezed off two well placed shots, sending fever melted brains to the pavement. Kurt aimed again.
“What are you doing?” Allie gasped, panicked by the thought of their location being compromised.
“You’ll never guess who’s in that Caddy.”
She didn’t have to. Allie looked out the window with her shotgun and watched as more brains littered the ground.
*****
Harley had no idea what was going on. Shots echoed throughout downtown Sandy’s Beach, but she didn't know where they were coming from. The frightened dame was too disoriented to join the fight.
Her eyes widened as some of the undead began to amble towards one of the buildings. The smell of decay was finally getting to her. That’s when Harley blacked out.
*****
“That’s right babies. Come to mamma.”
The majority of the carnivorous crowd began roaming towards the wall of buildings, trying to figure out where the shots were coming from. Allie continued blowing holes through heads as Kurt re-loaded.
“We can’t kill them all,” Kurt whimpered. “We have to go get her.”
“We can stock up on ammo later,” Allie replied aggressively, reloading the shotgun.
“Why isn’t she shooting?”
“Who knows? All that matters is that she survives this.”
Five
Somewhere in Washington State
Mikey and his best friend, Andre, were playing Radioactive City when Mikey’s stomach let out an ominous growl. The two boys began to giggle.
“Dude,” Andre drawled, “I think it’s time to go on a munchie run.”
“For sure, man,” Mikey replied, pausing the game and standing up. “Who’s driving?”
Andre shrugged and tossed the keys at Mikey. “You.”
Mikey caught the keys, headed down the hall and out a door leading into the garage. Mikey’s death trap, which the two fondly called “The Tank” was a 1982 Chevy Van, spray painted black with a Jolly Rodger adorning the top. Mikey patted the roof twice before hopping in, it was a good luck tradition. Andre jumped in the passenger's seat and opened the glove box. An envelope labeled “Munch Fund” awaited him. He peeked inside and giggled.
“Thirty bucks.”
“Sweet.”
Mikey revved up the engine and pressed a button on the automatic garage opener. The two lit a joint as the garage door slowly traveled up. Mikey carefully backed out onto the street and began to drive to the Park ‘n’ Mart just up the road as his friend lit up and passed him a spliff. The streets were completely empty, which wasn’t unusual for a Saturday, most of the time people took a day trip up to the state’s capital.
When
“Ah hell,” Allie maundered, peeking through the vertical slats of the Venetian blinds.
“What?” Kurt questioned, polishing the barrel of his six-shooter.
“This dumb-ass is out of gas and all the sickies are closing in on the car.”
Kurt got up and looked outside. “Open the window,” he demanded, picking up a pair of binoculars.
Allie complied. Kurt only had to look for a couple of seconds before realizing the importance of the blood smeared Cadillac.
Dropping the binoculars (which Allie caught a second before they would have hit the floor) Kurt pulled his second revolver from the holster and eagerly squeezed off two well placed shots, sending fever melted brains to the pavement. Kurt aimed again.
“What are you doing?” Allie gasped, panicked by the thought of their location being compromised.
“You’ll never guess who’s in that Caddy.”
She didn’t have to. Allie looked out the window with her shotgun and watched as more brains littered the ground.
*****
Harley had no idea what was going on. Shots echoed throughout downtown Sandy’s Beach, but she didn't know where they were coming from. The frightened dame was too disoriented to join the fight.
Her eyes widened as some of the undead began to amble towards one of the buildings. The smell of decay was finally getting to her. That’s when Harley blacked out.
*****
“That’s right babies. Come to mamma.”
The majority of the carnivorous crowd began roaming towards the wall of buildings, trying to figure out where the shots were coming from. Allie continued blowing holes through heads as Kurt re-loaded.
“We can’t kill them all,” Kurt whimpered. “We have to go get her.”
“We can stock up on ammo later,” Allie replied aggressively, reloading the shotgun.
“Why isn’t she shooting?”
“Who knows? All that matters is that she survives this.”
Five
Somewhere in Washington State
Mikey and his best friend, Andre, were playing Radioactive City when Mikey’s stomach let out an ominous growl. The two boys began to giggle.
“Dude,” Andre drawled, “I think it’s time to go on a munchie run.”
“For sure, man,” Mikey replied, pausing the game and standing up. “Who’s driving?”
Andre shrugged and tossed the keys at Mikey. “You.”
Mikey caught the keys, headed down the hall and out a door leading into the garage. Mikey’s death trap, which the two fondly called “The Tank” was a 1982 Chevy Van, spray painted black with a Jolly Rodger adorning the top. Mikey patted the roof twice before hopping in, it was a good luck tradition. Andre jumped in the passenger's seat and opened the glove box. An envelope labeled “Munch Fund” awaited him. He peeked inside and giggled.
“Thirty bucks.”
“Sweet.”
Mikey revved up the engine and pressed a button on the automatic garage opener. The two lit a joint as the garage door slowly traveled up. Mikey carefully backed out onto the street and began to drive to the Park ‘n’ Mart just up the road as his friend lit up and passed him a spliff. The streets were completely empty, which wasn’t unusual for a Saturday, most of the time people took a day trip up to the state’s capital.
When
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