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Authors: Rhiannon Frater
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the thing howled, drawing more zombies toward it. There was a loud cracking noise, then fissures crisscrossed the glass, spreading outward.
“Rune!” Tito called out from the doorway into the garage.
“I want to see how far these fuckers are willing to go,” Rune answered shortly.
Somewhere in the house, moans responded to their voices.
“Dude, they’re coming!” Tito exclaimed, his words punctuated by the slap of flesh against the cracking glass.
The window shattered, the glass plinking onto the counter and into the deep stainless steel sinks. The zombie thrust one arm through the broken frame, the shards ripping away flesh. Rune shot him in the forehead, silencing him. Around the fallen body, gray-tinged bloody arms burst through the opening.
“Rune, let’s go!” Tito repeated.
“We gotta know their limits and behavior, or we won’t know how to hunt them,” Rune answered gruffly.
The thunk of flesh against metal and low growls announced the arrival of the dead at the kitchen barricade. Rune gave them a short glance, stepped into the laundry room, and shut the door.
In the garage, Tito had the door to the truck open, one foot set on the runner. “How we doing this?”
“Open the garage, and I’ll clear out anything that tries to come in. You floor it, I follow. Open the gates, we do the same thing.”
Now Tito was the one hesitating even though the moans of the dead were increasing outside. “Rune, I got some friends stranded north of here. I promised them I would go back for them after getting my family.”
“Want me to go check them out?”
“No, no. They’re safer there than anywhere else I think. I will go back for them. But...if...I show up...like my mama...”
“If you show up like your mama did, just tell me where they are, and I’ll find a safe spot for them. I’ll get them.”
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Tito slung his lean body into the cab of the truck and banged the door shut.
Despite his gruff and somewhat calm demeanor, Rune had a knot of tension right behind his left eye. He hated facing the zombies at night. It would be harder to see once they were away from the house and the damn automatic lights. Charlene sat directly behind the larger vehicle, which granted Rune a limited view of either side of the truck. It would have to do though.
The electric motor of the garage door hummed to life and one of the four doors into the garage began to yawn open. As the heavy wood panel slid up on the rollers, Rune snorted as yet another automatic light snapped on outside. If the zombies didn’t know the men were in the garage yet, they did now. Rune slung his leg over his bike and started her as the truck roared to life. The stink of exhaust and death filled his nostrils.
The garage door wasn’t even halfway up on the rollers when a zombie slammed into it. Rune could see the spindly legs of the undead creature, covered in blood and filth. The thing didn’t crawl under the door like he expected, but banged against it, causing it to shudder under the onslaught. Another set of legs joined the first, then another. Rune’s fingers tensed around the heavy Glock he clutched in his left hand. The zombies clawed at the door while it rose, and their hands followed it after it lifted above their heads. They were confused by its disappearance and it took several long seconds for the creatures to realize they could now enter the garage. In that short period of time, Tito gunned the engine of the truck and it surged forward. A few of the undead were in the path of the truck, and they bounced off the deer guard and onto the ground.
Rune aimed and fired, killing three zombies still blocking his path. Their bodies crumpled to the ground. The Harley exited the garage at a quick clip, trailing in the wake of the truck. The undead were scattered across the drive, twisting about in confusion as the big metal beast sped past them. A few lunged toward the truck, drawing them closer to the
“Rune!” Tito called out from the doorway into the garage.
“I want to see how far these fuckers are willing to go,” Rune answered shortly.
Somewhere in the house, moans responded to their voices.
“Dude, they’re coming!” Tito exclaimed, his words punctuated by the slap of flesh against the cracking glass.
The window shattered, the glass plinking onto the counter and into the deep stainless steel sinks. The zombie thrust one arm through the broken frame, the shards ripping away flesh. Rune shot him in the forehead, silencing him. Around the fallen body, gray-tinged bloody arms burst through the opening.
“Rune, let’s go!” Tito repeated.
“We gotta know their limits and behavior, or we won’t know how to hunt them,” Rune answered gruffly.
The thunk of flesh against metal and low growls announced the arrival of the dead at the kitchen barricade. Rune gave them a short glance, stepped into the laundry room, and shut the door.
In the garage, Tito had the door to the truck open, one foot set on the runner. “How we doing this?”
“Open the garage, and I’ll clear out anything that tries to come in. You floor it, I follow. Open the gates, we do the same thing.”
Now Tito was the one hesitating even though the moans of the dead were increasing outside. “Rune, I got some friends stranded north of here. I promised them I would go back for them after getting my family.”
“Want me to go check them out?”
“No, no. They’re safer there than anywhere else I think. I will go back for them. But...if...I show up...like my mama...”
“If you show up like your mama did, just tell me where they are, and I’ll find a safe spot for them. I’ll get them.”
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Tito slung his lean body into the cab of the truck and banged the door shut.
Despite his gruff and somewhat calm demeanor, Rune had a knot of tension right behind his left eye. He hated facing the zombies at night. It would be harder to see once they were away from the house and the damn automatic lights. Charlene sat directly behind the larger vehicle, which granted Rune a limited view of either side of the truck. It would have to do though.
The electric motor of the garage door hummed to life and one of the four doors into the garage began to yawn open. As the heavy wood panel slid up on the rollers, Rune snorted as yet another automatic light snapped on outside. If the zombies didn’t know the men were in the garage yet, they did now. Rune slung his leg over his bike and started her as the truck roared to life. The stink of exhaust and death filled his nostrils.
The garage door wasn’t even halfway up on the rollers when a zombie slammed into it. Rune could see the spindly legs of the undead creature, covered in blood and filth. The thing didn’t crawl under the door like he expected, but banged against it, causing it to shudder under the onslaught. Another set of legs joined the first, then another. Rune’s fingers tensed around the heavy Glock he clutched in his left hand. The zombies clawed at the door while it rose, and their hands followed it after it lifted above their heads. They were confused by its disappearance and it took several long seconds for the creatures to realize they could now enter the garage. In that short period of time, Tito gunned the engine of the truck and it surged forward. A few of the undead were in the path of the truck, and they bounced off the deer guard and onto the ground.
Rune aimed and fired, killing three zombies still blocking his path. Their bodies crumpled to the ground. The Harley exited the garage at a quick clip, trailing in the wake of the truck. The undead were scattered across the drive, twisting about in confusion as the big metal beast sped past them. A few lunged toward the truck, drawing them closer to the
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