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stomach again, but this time, he managed not to throw up.
Seeing the woman’s fingers break like that made Chris uneasy about staying in Stephanie’s house. Thinking they are safe only to have a horde of the monsters sniff them out later. The zombies would pursue them with no less drive than this undead woman. He wouldn’t be able to cope with the idea that they were surrounded, having no way out of her home. The zombies would never tire, and never give up. It was something that he didn’t want to think about. He didn’t want to build his own coffin to die in. They needed to stay on the move. Maybe staying at her house was a bad idea.
“Let’s get the hell out of here, Chris!” Stephanie shoved him on the shoulder from the backseat.
A dozen undead creatures started closing in. Chris let up on the brake and picked up speed.
“We need to keep it drawn out for a minute. I want to make sure they follow us.” He honked the horn and then gave it some gas. Taking the lead, the car headed down the street past the gushing hydrant. The dead trailed behind.
One block later, they came to rest at a stop sign and waited. Looking in the rearview mirror, Chris watched, as nearly fifty ghouls came together in the street, heading right for the car. With arms raised, an eerie glow covered them in the brake’s red lights.
The plan appeared to be working. He turned the steering wheel and drove east, away from the house. Although hopeful, Chris was beginning to wonder if they would make it back undetected. They had drawn out more zombies than he had anticipated.
After several minutes, making an uneven circle, Chris stopped the car. “You guys ready to do this? It’s now or never, guys,” he said. “Just in case,” he breathed, snatching the keys from the ignition and shutting off the headlights. Chris Commons and his companions stepped out of the vehicle and into the shadows.
Chapter Four
Chris stood under the hot running water as it beat down from the showerhead. At his feet, red ran along the bathtub and down the drain from his body. His blood soaked clothes lay scattered across the bathroom’s tile floor. Chris hadn’t realized how strong the awful stench of putrid and dismembered flesh really was until getting into the shower. Although Coconut Splash wasn’t his choice in shampoo, Chris imagined it as a perfect fit for Stephanie. She reminded him of a tropical beauty with her tan skin, sun blonde hair, and almond shaped eyes. The hand lotion, facial cream and even the wet wipes by the sink had Island scents. This was definitely a girl’s only bathroom, which is why he was glad he had packed some of his own things. Constant touring kept him prepared. He never knew when he would get the next shower or at whose house he would end up crashing. Not only did his backpack always have two fresh pairs of underwear and a clean shirt, he also had soap and a toothbrush with Crest toothpaste; not to mention a few other grooming tools. The aroma of Irish Spring filled his nostrils, reminding him of those silly green soap bar commercials from the early 90’s. It was his favorite.
Chris started feeling paranoid during his rinse. The trip to Stephanie’s had been a success, but had they actually crept nearly three blocks unnoticed? Only time would tell. They made it to the house without sighting one zombie. After double-checking that the doors and windows were locked, they closed all of the blinds, agreeing it was best to keep a low profile. A few of the light fixtures had dimmer switches and were turned up just enough to avoid tripping hazards. The main goal was to remain as quiet as possible.
Chris didn’t much like the idea of making noise from running water in the shower, but he had no choice. He wasn’t about to spend the rest of his time on the run covered in his dead cousin’s blood. Steve was next and then probably Stephanie. That was bad for them, because the water was already starting to
Seeing the woman’s fingers break like that made Chris uneasy about staying in Stephanie’s house. Thinking they are safe only to have a horde of the monsters sniff them out later. The zombies would pursue them with no less drive than this undead woman. He wouldn’t be able to cope with the idea that they were surrounded, having no way out of her home. The zombies would never tire, and never give up. It was something that he didn’t want to think about. He didn’t want to build his own coffin to die in. They needed to stay on the move. Maybe staying at her house was a bad idea.
“Let’s get the hell out of here, Chris!” Stephanie shoved him on the shoulder from the backseat.
A dozen undead creatures started closing in. Chris let up on the brake and picked up speed.
“We need to keep it drawn out for a minute. I want to make sure they follow us.” He honked the horn and then gave it some gas. Taking the lead, the car headed down the street past the gushing hydrant. The dead trailed behind.
One block later, they came to rest at a stop sign and waited. Looking in the rearview mirror, Chris watched, as nearly fifty ghouls came together in the street, heading right for the car. With arms raised, an eerie glow covered them in the brake’s red lights.
The plan appeared to be working. He turned the steering wheel and drove east, away from the house. Although hopeful, Chris was beginning to wonder if they would make it back undetected. They had drawn out more zombies than he had anticipated.
After several minutes, making an uneven circle, Chris stopped the car. “You guys ready to do this? It’s now or never, guys,” he said. “Just in case,” he breathed, snatching the keys from the ignition and shutting off the headlights. Chris Commons and his companions stepped out of the vehicle and into the shadows.
Chapter Four
Chris stood under the hot running water as it beat down from the showerhead. At his feet, red ran along the bathtub and down the drain from his body. His blood soaked clothes lay scattered across the bathroom’s tile floor. Chris hadn’t realized how strong the awful stench of putrid and dismembered flesh really was until getting into the shower. Although Coconut Splash wasn’t his choice in shampoo, Chris imagined it as a perfect fit for Stephanie. She reminded him of a tropical beauty with her tan skin, sun blonde hair, and almond shaped eyes. The hand lotion, facial cream and even the wet wipes by the sink had Island scents. This was definitely a girl’s only bathroom, which is why he was glad he had packed some of his own things. Constant touring kept him prepared. He never knew when he would get the next shower or at whose house he would end up crashing. Not only did his backpack always have two fresh pairs of underwear and a clean shirt, he also had soap and a toothbrush with Crest toothpaste; not to mention a few other grooming tools. The aroma of Irish Spring filled his nostrils, reminding him of those silly green soap bar commercials from the early 90’s. It was his favorite.
Chris started feeling paranoid during his rinse. The trip to Stephanie’s had been a success, but had they actually crept nearly three blocks unnoticed? Only time would tell. They made it to the house without sighting one zombie. After double-checking that the doors and windows were locked, they closed all of the blinds, agreeing it was best to keep a low profile. A few of the light fixtures had dimmer switches and were turned up just enough to avoid tripping hazards. The main goal was to remain as quiet as possible.
Chris didn’t much like the idea of making noise from running water in the shower, but he had no choice. He wasn’t about to spend the rest of his time on the run covered in his dead cousin’s blood. Steve was next and then probably Stephanie. That was bad for them, because the water was already starting to
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