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bedrooms, with no way to get food or even use the restroom. Besides, if they are strong enough to break in here, the flimsy wooden doors upstairs wouldn't be a problem at all.” More glass broke, emphasizing my point.
A zombie leaned over the window frame, the opening large enough for him to slide in. Everyone was frozen, eyes wide as they stood there in shock. “It's now or never,” I muttered, pulling the kitchen knife out of my back pocket.
I'd taken it earlier, before going upstairs to paint my toenails. It wasn't the largest blade in the kitchen, but it was big enough to do some damage. I wasn't going to stand here and let them come in.
I walked over to the struggling zombie. He was doubled over the frame, mindless of the broken glass jabbing into his stomach and sides, as he attempted to wiggle in on his hands. There were so many others struggling around the window that it impeded his progress. His head was pointed to the ground, but when he saw me coming he raised it, attempting to latch onto my legs.
“I don't think so,” I hissed at him, ignoring the pleas coming from behind me. Mom and Dad were desperately begging me to get away from the window. I blocked out the sounds of their voices, and moved around to the back of his head.
I felt a live presence next to me, and a quick glance confirmed it was Jayden. In his hand was another knife, but his was much bigger than mine. He wore a determined expression on his face as he gave me a quick nod. He knew what I was about to do and approved.
I ignored the sounds of the zombies only a few feet away, struggling with everything they had to get in. I trusted Jayden to protect me. The handle of the knife felt slippery as I gripped it with both hands and lifted it up. No wonder. My palms were sweating by the bucketfuls.
Jayden reached out with his other hand to grab the zombie by his waistband and hold him in place. He was squirming violently, attempting to wiggle his legs through the throng behind him. Second by second, he was making some progress.
It was horrifying. Not just the situation, but who I was becoming. I stood there with a knife, about to plunge it into another person's head. Even worse, I couldn't care less. I wanted to end this zombie.
He was dead. That wasn't what made me determined to end him. People died all the time, but this was different. He was a dead person come back to life with only one purpose. To kill and eat anyone still living, including me and the people I loved. That was a big no-no in my book.
Any doubts I had snapped like an over-extended rubber band. I felt as deadened to emotions as the zombie in front of me, as I plunged the knife down toward the back of his head. It didn't land in the back of his skull as planned, instead it went into the soft flesh on the back of his neck. The knife slid in fairly easily, slicing through skin, flesh, and vertebrae before coming out the other side.
Despite this, his head and body still moved. It hadn't ended his existence. His snarls reminded me of a wild animal trapped in a cage. He was something far worse than that, though. His bite would kill you faster than you could blink, and bring you back to do the same to someone else.
I pulled on the knife, but it wouldn't budge. “It's stuck,” I said, my voice hoarse. It didn't sound like me at all.
My parents were still in the background, my mom sobbing. In a way, it irritated me. Why couldn't they just fight? Standing helpless, pleading and crying wasn't going to save any of us.
Jayden released his waist, and took the spot I'd been standing in. “You have to hit inside their head,” he said, quickly bringing the knife down. He buried it to the hilt, and the zombie immediately stopped moving. “It's the only way to stop them.”
It only took him a second to retrieve both of our knives. I was slightly envious of his strength, but it was no time to be jealous. Quickly he handed mine
A zombie leaned over the window frame, the opening large enough for him to slide in. Everyone was frozen, eyes wide as they stood there in shock. “It's now or never,” I muttered, pulling the kitchen knife out of my back pocket.
I'd taken it earlier, before going upstairs to paint my toenails. It wasn't the largest blade in the kitchen, but it was big enough to do some damage. I wasn't going to stand here and let them come in.
I walked over to the struggling zombie. He was doubled over the frame, mindless of the broken glass jabbing into his stomach and sides, as he attempted to wiggle in on his hands. There were so many others struggling around the window that it impeded his progress. His head was pointed to the ground, but when he saw me coming he raised it, attempting to latch onto my legs.
“I don't think so,” I hissed at him, ignoring the pleas coming from behind me. Mom and Dad were desperately begging me to get away from the window. I blocked out the sounds of their voices, and moved around to the back of his head.
I felt a live presence next to me, and a quick glance confirmed it was Jayden. In his hand was another knife, but his was much bigger than mine. He wore a determined expression on his face as he gave me a quick nod. He knew what I was about to do and approved.
I ignored the sounds of the zombies only a few feet away, struggling with everything they had to get in. I trusted Jayden to protect me. The handle of the knife felt slippery as I gripped it with both hands and lifted it up. No wonder. My palms were sweating by the bucketfuls.
Jayden reached out with his other hand to grab the zombie by his waistband and hold him in place. He was squirming violently, attempting to wiggle his legs through the throng behind him. Second by second, he was making some progress.
It was horrifying. Not just the situation, but who I was becoming. I stood there with a knife, about to plunge it into another person's head. Even worse, I couldn't care less. I wanted to end this zombie.
He was dead. That wasn't what made me determined to end him. People died all the time, but this was different. He was a dead person come back to life with only one purpose. To kill and eat anyone still living, including me and the people I loved. That was a big no-no in my book.
Any doubts I had snapped like an over-extended rubber band. I felt as deadened to emotions as the zombie in front of me, as I plunged the knife down toward the back of his head. It didn't land in the back of his skull as planned, instead it went into the soft flesh on the back of his neck. The knife slid in fairly easily, slicing through skin, flesh, and vertebrae before coming out the other side.
Despite this, his head and body still moved. It hadn't ended his existence. His snarls reminded me of a wild animal trapped in a cage. He was something far worse than that, though. His bite would kill you faster than you could blink, and bring you back to do the same to someone else.
I pulled on the knife, but it wouldn't budge. “It's stuck,” I said, my voice hoarse. It didn't sound like me at all.
My parents were still in the background, my mom sobbing. In a way, it irritated me. Why couldn't they just fight? Standing helpless, pleading and crying wasn't going to save any of us.
Jayden released his waist, and took the spot I'd been standing in. “You have to hit inside their head,” he said, quickly bringing the knife down. He buried it to the hilt, and the zombie immediately stopped moving. “It's the only way to stop them.”
It only took him a second to retrieve both of our knives. I was slightly envious of his strength, but it was no time to be jealous. Quickly he handed mine
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