Read Online Our Undead by Theo Vigo - Free Book Online Page A

a damaging
blow.
    When she finishes squeezing
herself out of the closet, she takes one more look back through it
to see her father's head in the cold grasp of our zombie's hands.
Seconds later, the monster lowers it's head and takes a ripping
bite out of the man. The girl dare not look, but she knows the
exact moment of teeth penetrating skin by the terrible scream she
hears escape her dad's throat. She has never heard him sound
anything like that before, and for an instant, she finds herself
paralyzed again, but quickly remembers his words, and rather than
disobey her father's last order, rather than letting him die in
vain, she runs away.
    She runs wearily out
through the bedroom door and down the hallway, her plan, to leave
through the front of the cabin, but stops at the broken in door of
the living room. It's fracture is much tighter than the one in the
closet and bedroom doors. Even with her smaller size, she has to
struggle a bit to get through. She wriggles around trying to
squeeze herself in, but in her unthinking state scrapes her right
ankle on a broken piece of wood. The sharp pain accelerates the
process and propels her out of the hole into the living space
quicker than she would have made it out otherwise. She lands on the
injured foot and twists the same ankle, falling heavily down to the
cabin floor. She lets out a horrifying scream that travels through
the halls and into the closet, capturing our zombie's attention. He
lifts his head from Gary's open carcass.
    In the living room, the
girl writhes about the floor in agony. The pain is like nothing she
has ever felt before. Even worse than the time she broke her arm,
jumping off that swing as a toddler. "I
can't walk. I can't walk," replays itself
over and over in her mind.
    She panics. She must escape. There is a
zombie in here that just killed her mother and father, and it would
be after her very soon. She uses her arms to try and prop herself
up, but her ankle is too weak to hold her weight, and she tumbles
back down to the ground. Sadly, her assumption is correct, and she
can't help but let out more cries of pain and aggravation, but she
can't give up.
    Inspiration comes in the
form of her father's voice in her mind. His tone is from one of his
scarier moments, reminiscent of one of her old baseball practices.
It screams at her, saying, "No daughter of
mine is gonna give up that easily!! You believe in yourself! You
push!" It helps her make her next move,
bringing herself up with her arms and using them, along with her
good left foot, to push herself forward. Her right leg drags behind
her, its twisted, slit wound rubbing against the chippy wood floor.
The pain is excruciating, but she doesn't stop. She pulls herself
slowly forward with her tired arms. There is no giving up
until…
    She sees her mother… or
what used to be her mother. Mariam's corpse lay, half eaten in a
bloody pool below the broken in window. The sight forces the
forsaken girl to stop in her tracks. Frozen, she stares at the pile
of soggy flesh. Then she thinks to herself, "Why? Why should I even fight anymore? My mother is gone, and
I'm almost certain my father has suffered the same fate. Why am I
trying? What the hell is the point?" The
hope washes from her face as she looks at the gruesome scene under
the vandalized window. The rain still pours in and trickles upon
her mother's body, but as gorish as it all looks, the girl can't
look away. Tears begin to well up in her eyes. Even so, there is a
placidness to them, a sort of sad acceptance of the choice she is
about to make.
    A loud cracking sound,
accompanied by a wanting growl, startles her out of her little
trance, and she uses her arms to swing quickly around, landing
roughly on her bum. At the door to the hallway, she sees that our
zombie is finished with her father and has now come to have her. It
ogles her through the crack in the door, a bit of savoring before
taking his first step back into the living room.
    Initially, the