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Authors: William Kenney
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Neither had ever seen so much blood.
Both were so tired, heads in their hands and they sat together in silence, only their breathing heard in the small room. Conor studied his wedding ring again, simple, silver, but a powerful symbol of commitment and trust. He prayed that his family was safe, so much frustration building inside of him.
He stood and searched the room with his eyes. On the floor, next to the refrigerator, he found a large canvas bag. Dumping it out, he found six packages of napkins, plastic forks and spoons. He opened the refrigerator once more and filled the bag with as much food and drink as he thought he could easily carry.
He threw the bag over his shoulder and nodded, satisfied with the weight and his ability to carry it without issue.
"Wish we could just go to sleep, man... so fucking tired..." Aiden whispered as they made their way toward the waiting area again.
"I was thinking the same thing... but the others might be in trouble. If we can help-" Conor said.
"If they're still alive," said Aiden.
"Right."
"You sure you want to go back and look for them?" asked Aiden. "I kinda think we should worry about saving ourselves."
Conor paused, thinking. He shook his head, eyes closed.
"No. I've known Klaus for fifteen years. If I can help him, I'm going to."
He pulled out his phone and began to type out a text message to Klaus.
You okay? Where are you guys?
He stared at the screen, anxiously awaiting a reply, but none came.
"No answer..." Conor said with a drawn face. "Either way, I'm going to look for him. Any sign of trouble and we'll switch to your plan."
"All right," answered Aiden. "Wish I had my guns, man..."
"Me, too," Conor said as he moved up to the door that led to the outer corridor. He pressed his ear to it, bag over his shoulder, hammer in hand. He pulled the door open slightly, glancing down the hall, first one way, then the next.
Empty.
Thank God.
CHAPTER FOUR
The horde came hurtling down the staircase after Klaus, Bobo and the bumbling Albert, his wispy, white hair in his eyes. The trio had made it to the second floor, Bobo pulling them through the door and into the corridor just as the first of the zombies descended in a deafening crash, their bodies tumbling and bouncing off of the walls and one another.
Klaus ducked into another hall that led off to the left, motioning for Bobo to follow. They stopped just around the corner, their backs against the wall as some of the undead stopped at the door, listening for sounds of their quarry.
Klaus and Bobo could hear the unholy moans and choking coughs of the monsters, hear the shuffling feet, scraping fingertips.
"KSHE 95. Real Rock Radio!" Albert blurted out with a broad smile.
"Shit," Bobo cursed, stepping behind the man and placing his hand over his mouth. He heard the pounding on the door grow louder. Had they heard?
"U-man and Lern. Read Rock Morning Show!" Albert said, Bobo's hand slipping from the man's lips.
"Shhh! You're gonna get us all killed," Klaus whispered as the assault on the door ramped up.
Bobo covered Albert's mouth again as he struggled to get free, looking at Klaus with wide eyes full of anxiety.
Klaus gripped his screwdriver and prepared for the worst.
Albert kicked his feet, his heels knocking loudly against the wall. Bobo pulled him tighter in frustration, pressing his palm hard against his face.
Muffled words could be heard as Albert protested, thrashing about in his grip. Then came a loud snap, the old man's body suddenly limp. Klaus looked at Bobo in shock, his mouth falling open in disbelief as the zombies moved away, their erratic movements indicating that they had gone down the steps to the main floor.
When he felt it was safe, Bobo relaxed and let Albert collapse to the floor. It was obvious that the old man was dead, his fragile neck broken.
Bobo shook his head, staring at Klaus defensively.
I- I didn't-" he started to explain.
"I know, man. I know," Klaus
Both were so tired, heads in their hands and they sat together in silence, only their breathing heard in the small room. Conor studied his wedding ring again, simple, silver, but a powerful symbol of commitment and trust. He prayed that his family was safe, so much frustration building inside of him.
He stood and searched the room with his eyes. On the floor, next to the refrigerator, he found a large canvas bag. Dumping it out, he found six packages of napkins, plastic forks and spoons. He opened the refrigerator once more and filled the bag with as much food and drink as he thought he could easily carry.
He threw the bag over his shoulder and nodded, satisfied with the weight and his ability to carry it without issue.
"Wish we could just go to sleep, man... so fucking tired..." Aiden whispered as they made their way toward the waiting area again.
"I was thinking the same thing... but the others might be in trouble. If we can help-" Conor said.
"If they're still alive," said Aiden.
"Right."
"You sure you want to go back and look for them?" asked Aiden. "I kinda think we should worry about saving ourselves."
Conor paused, thinking. He shook his head, eyes closed.
"No. I've known Klaus for fifteen years. If I can help him, I'm going to."
He pulled out his phone and began to type out a text message to Klaus.
You okay? Where are you guys?
He stared at the screen, anxiously awaiting a reply, but none came.
"No answer..." Conor said with a drawn face. "Either way, I'm going to look for him. Any sign of trouble and we'll switch to your plan."
"All right," answered Aiden. "Wish I had my guns, man..."
"Me, too," Conor said as he moved up to the door that led to the outer corridor. He pressed his ear to it, bag over his shoulder, hammer in hand. He pulled the door open slightly, glancing down the hall, first one way, then the next.
Empty.
Thank God.
CHAPTER FOUR
The horde came hurtling down the staircase after Klaus, Bobo and the bumbling Albert, his wispy, white hair in his eyes. The trio had made it to the second floor, Bobo pulling them through the door and into the corridor just as the first of the zombies descended in a deafening crash, their bodies tumbling and bouncing off of the walls and one another.
Klaus ducked into another hall that led off to the left, motioning for Bobo to follow. They stopped just around the corner, their backs against the wall as some of the undead stopped at the door, listening for sounds of their quarry.
Klaus and Bobo could hear the unholy moans and choking coughs of the monsters, hear the shuffling feet, scraping fingertips.
"KSHE 95. Real Rock Radio!" Albert blurted out with a broad smile.
"Shit," Bobo cursed, stepping behind the man and placing his hand over his mouth. He heard the pounding on the door grow louder. Had they heard?
"U-man and Lern. Read Rock Morning Show!" Albert said, Bobo's hand slipping from the man's lips.
"Shhh! You're gonna get us all killed," Klaus whispered as the assault on the door ramped up.
Bobo covered Albert's mouth again as he struggled to get free, looking at Klaus with wide eyes full of anxiety.
Klaus gripped his screwdriver and prepared for the worst.
Albert kicked his feet, his heels knocking loudly against the wall. Bobo pulled him tighter in frustration, pressing his palm hard against his face.
Muffled words could be heard as Albert protested, thrashing about in his grip. Then came a loud snap, the old man's body suddenly limp. Klaus looked at Bobo in shock, his mouth falling open in disbelief as the zombies moved away, their erratic movements indicating that they had gone down the steps to the main floor.
When he felt it was safe, Bobo relaxed and let Albert collapse to the floor. It was obvious that the old man was dead, his fragile neck broken.
Bobo shook his head, staring at Klaus defensively.
I- I didn't-" he started to explain.
"I know, man. I know," Klaus