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Authors: A. R. Wise
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intensity. It didn't call for help, or say anything intelligible. It was a primeval grunt of hunger and I sat rigid and fearful as it echoed through the streets.
Then it was quiet for a long time.
"Get up, Laura," I whispered to myself. "Get your ass up." Fear had frozen me in place, the same as it did on the dock when David died. I couldn't move and I trembled in the chair of the security shack.
I thought of Annie's pale, pretty face, quietly lying in the boat as the infection ravaged her. I was the only hope she had of a cure. If I stayed here, she would die, and so I forced myself to stand.
I found courage as I thought of my daughter, Kim. She had ignored the pain in her back so I wouldn't worry about her, and that strength drove me forward. I had to keep my promise to survive and return to her.
The street was ominous as it stretched out ahead of me. I charged up the hill with renewed vigor and listened for the sound of feet from behind. The city had seemed abandoned before, but now it felt teaming with vicious intent. Every empty alley promised new horrors as I passed, and every window was a view on my vulnerability. When would they see me? How long would it take for them to follow my trail?
The scream started again, and it was closer. I couldn't see it, but the creature was somewhere in the projects. Its voice had an emotionless droll to it, but it sounded as if it were right on top of me. That's when we saw each other.
I glanced up, and it looked down. The zombie stood on the fifth floor of the building to my right and had been aimlessly wandering in one of the apartments. The person must have died there, and was left to search the abandoned project for someone to eat once it was reanimated. Now it found me, but it was trapped up there and I thanked God for that.
Then it jumped over the railing.
The male zombie plummeted to the ground and landed feet first. Its legs buckled and I heard the femurs crack and split as the creature crumpled to the ground. Sheer white bone poked out of its leg and black, rotten blood leaked out like a broken bottle of molasses. His face was grey and torn at the temples, as if he had been clawing at himself in death. He landed across the street from me and was deathly still, twenty feet away.
I whimpered at the sight, but carried on, a trail of bloody footsteps behind me. Billy said the pharmacy was just inside the Baylor Projects. I had to be getting close.
Then the zombie called out to me.
Its growl shocked me and I yelled in terror. I thought it died from the fall, but it started to move. The infected man stretched out and scratched at the pavement. Its nails bent backward as it struggled forward. The creature crawled at me as viscous black blood oozed from its gaping jaw.
I couldn't run. I tried, but my leg was too badly damaged and my fervor to get away made me stumble against the wall of the building to my left. The zombie started to move faster than I could as it pulled itself across the street and screamed at me. I hopped on my good leg, but the painkillers hid my injuries too well. The muscles in my body revolted and seized up. My thigh burned as I did everything I could to move uphill, but the zombie gained ground.
I fell and landed on my right side. I rolled so that I sat on the sidewalk, facing the creature that would eat me. I took the metal crutch and ripped the foam pad off the armrest. When the creature came within striking distance I wailed the crutch down on its head, but it didn't stop. I struck again, but I wasn't strong enough to kill it. It grabbed onto my bandaged, bloody foot.
I pressed the armrest of the crutch against its face and pushed, but I couldn't keep it off me. The monster grabbed the bandages on my foot and dragged me to him, which ripped open the wound on my side as my back scraped against the concrete. Fresh, brilliant red blood poured out of me and ran downhill to mix with the zombie's black stream of fetid liquid.
My flesh peeled off as it
Then it was quiet for a long time.
"Get up, Laura," I whispered to myself. "Get your ass up." Fear had frozen me in place, the same as it did on the dock when David died. I couldn't move and I trembled in the chair of the security shack.
I thought of Annie's pale, pretty face, quietly lying in the boat as the infection ravaged her. I was the only hope she had of a cure. If I stayed here, she would die, and so I forced myself to stand.
I found courage as I thought of my daughter, Kim. She had ignored the pain in her back so I wouldn't worry about her, and that strength drove me forward. I had to keep my promise to survive and return to her.
The street was ominous as it stretched out ahead of me. I charged up the hill with renewed vigor and listened for the sound of feet from behind. The city had seemed abandoned before, but now it felt teaming with vicious intent. Every empty alley promised new horrors as I passed, and every window was a view on my vulnerability. When would they see me? How long would it take for them to follow my trail?
The scream started again, and it was closer. I couldn't see it, but the creature was somewhere in the projects. Its voice had an emotionless droll to it, but it sounded as if it were right on top of me. That's when we saw each other.
I glanced up, and it looked down. The zombie stood on the fifth floor of the building to my right and had been aimlessly wandering in one of the apartments. The person must have died there, and was left to search the abandoned project for someone to eat once it was reanimated. Now it found me, but it was trapped up there and I thanked God for that.
Then it jumped over the railing.
The male zombie plummeted to the ground and landed feet first. Its legs buckled and I heard the femurs crack and split as the creature crumpled to the ground. Sheer white bone poked out of its leg and black, rotten blood leaked out like a broken bottle of molasses. His face was grey and torn at the temples, as if he had been clawing at himself in death. He landed across the street from me and was deathly still, twenty feet away.
I whimpered at the sight, but carried on, a trail of bloody footsteps behind me. Billy said the pharmacy was just inside the Baylor Projects. I had to be getting close.
Then the zombie called out to me.
Its growl shocked me and I yelled in terror. I thought it died from the fall, but it started to move. The infected man stretched out and scratched at the pavement. Its nails bent backward as it struggled forward. The creature crawled at me as viscous black blood oozed from its gaping jaw.
I couldn't run. I tried, but my leg was too badly damaged and my fervor to get away made me stumble against the wall of the building to my left. The zombie started to move faster than I could as it pulled itself across the street and screamed at me. I hopped on my good leg, but the painkillers hid my injuries too well. The muscles in my body revolted and seized up. My thigh burned as I did everything I could to move uphill, but the zombie gained ground.
I fell and landed on my right side. I rolled so that I sat on the sidewalk, facing the creature that would eat me. I took the metal crutch and ripped the foam pad off the armrest. When the creature came within striking distance I wailed the crutch down on its head, but it didn't stop. I struck again, but I wasn't strong enough to kill it. It grabbed onto my bandaged, bloody foot.
I pressed the armrest of the crutch against its face and pushed, but I couldn't keep it off me. The monster grabbed the bandages on my foot and dragged me to him, which ripped open the wound on my side as my back scraped against the concrete. Fresh, brilliant red blood poured out of me and ran downhill to mix with the zombie's black stream of fetid liquid.
My flesh peeled off as it
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