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about that. It was filled with hatred and all twisted up in a
blind rage.
The chest and arms were also intact, but his button up shirt
was savagely ripped away from his stomach area. I say stomach area because his
stomach seemed to be missing, along with whatever other vital organs were
normally in that area. His legs seemed unmolested, but ropes of torn intestines
hung from his stomach cavity down to his kneecaps and smeared gore all over his
Khaki pants.
Without warning, he screamed at me.
It was the first time I had heard a scream up close. It sent
a surge of adrenaline straight into my body. I reacted immediately and jumped
straight to my feet while swinging my fist straight into the side of the
zombies head.
He went limp as soon as I connected. His body slammed into
the bar behind him and then crashed to the floor amid a smattering of
barstools.
He was back on his feet almost instantly.
I picked up one of the barstools and swung it at his head. I
hit him square, but unfortunately it was the cushioned part that connected.
When he dropped, I brought the barstool down on his head once again.
He tried to rise as soon as I stepped back.
I brought the barstool down on his head again and again. The
barstool broke apart after about three more hits, so I picked up two legs from
the pieces and hit him again and again and again and again. I hit him until my
arms felt like lead, and his brain was a smashed puddle on the floor.
I was about to throw the gory wooden legs of the barstool
away from me in disgust, when I heard another scream coming from down a hallway
to my right side. I reacted without thinking and grabbed the kid. I ran back to
the kitchen. It was about the worst place I could have chosen. It was a dead
end, but like I said, I wasn’t thinking.
I gave the kid a shushing gesture and wondered if the new
monster would leave if we stayed quiet. I guess I was hoping it would get bored
if it didn’t spot us immediately and leave the area without trying to find us.
It searched the room, found the gory remains of the kid’s
father and made a beeline for the kitchen.
How this one knew where we were hiding, I had no idea at the
time. Obviously now I know that they have a great sense of smell when it comes
to humans, but at the time I didn’t have a clue.
I was able to get a good look at the creature’s face as it
peered at me through the circular window of the kitchen door. This one had its
lips torn away from his mouth. It was missing one eye, and it looked as if some
of the skin on its forehead had been peeled away.
The kitchen door was one of those doors that swing forward
and backward. I braced my body against it as the zombie slammed himself forward
in an effort to get inside the kitchen. I’m a strong guy. I’m a very strong
guy, but I was having a hell of a shoving match with this thing and I only had
a flimsy wooden door to separate us.
I scanned the room behind me and noticed that a stainless
steel oven wasn’t very far away. I told the kid to open the oven and move off
to the side of the room. When he did as I had asked, I moved away from the
swinging door just as the zombie gave a final charge of fury.
The walking corpse flew into the room and cracked his shins
on the open oven door. The impact didn’t seem to faze him, but it did trip him
up, and he sprawled over the open door. I quickly ran behind him, grabbed him
by both legs and pulled him backwards until only his head remained over the
open door.
I slammed the oven door shut on his head and neck. He
squirmed and fought for freedom, but I had all the leverage and I used all of
my remaining strength to push that door against his head and neck. I’m not sure
what gave out first, but I heard the crunch and saw his body go limp.
I was beat. I just slid to the ground right beside the
zombies still form. I knew I should grab the kid and get the hell out of the
area, but I was exhausted. I just wanted to sit there and get my breathing back
under
blind rage.
The chest and arms were also intact, but his button up shirt
was savagely ripped away from his stomach area. I say stomach area because his
stomach seemed to be missing, along with whatever other vital organs were
normally in that area. His legs seemed unmolested, but ropes of torn intestines
hung from his stomach cavity down to his kneecaps and smeared gore all over his
Khaki pants.
Without warning, he screamed at me.
It was the first time I had heard a scream up close. It sent
a surge of adrenaline straight into my body. I reacted immediately and jumped
straight to my feet while swinging my fist straight into the side of the
zombies head.
He went limp as soon as I connected. His body slammed into
the bar behind him and then crashed to the floor amid a smattering of
barstools.
He was back on his feet almost instantly.
I picked up one of the barstools and swung it at his head. I
hit him square, but unfortunately it was the cushioned part that connected.
When he dropped, I brought the barstool down on his head once again.
He tried to rise as soon as I stepped back.
I brought the barstool down on his head again and again. The
barstool broke apart after about three more hits, so I picked up two legs from
the pieces and hit him again and again and again and again. I hit him until my
arms felt like lead, and his brain was a smashed puddle on the floor.
I was about to throw the gory wooden legs of the barstool
away from me in disgust, when I heard another scream coming from down a hallway
to my right side. I reacted without thinking and grabbed the kid. I ran back to
the kitchen. It was about the worst place I could have chosen. It was a dead
end, but like I said, I wasn’t thinking.
I gave the kid a shushing gesture and wondered if the new
monster would leave if we stayed quiet. I guess I was hoping it would get bored
if it didn’t spot us immediately and leave the area without trying to find us.
It searched the room, found the gory remains of the kid’s
father and made a beeline for the kitchen.
How this one knew where we were hiding, I had no idea at the
time. Obviously now I know that they have a great sense of smell when it comes
to humans, but at the time I didn’t have a clue.
I was able to get a good look at the creature’s face as it
peered at me through the circular window of the kitchen door. This one had its
lips torn away from his mouth. It was missing one eye, and it looked as if some
of the skin on its forehead had been peeled away.
The kitchen door was one of those doors that swing forward
and backward. I braced my body against it as the zombie slammed himself forward
in an effort to get inside the kitchen. I’m a strong guy. I’m a very strong
guy, but I was having a hell of a shoving match with this thing and I only had
a flimsy wooden door to separate us.
I scanned the room behind me and noticed that a stainless
steel oven wasn’t very far away. I told the kid to open the oven and move off
to the side of the room. When he did as I had asked, I moved away from the
swinging door just as the zombie gave a final charge of fury.
The walking corpse flew into the room and cracked his shins
on the open oven door. The impact didn’t seem to faze him, but it did trip him
up, and he sprawled over the open door. I quickly ran behind him, grabbed him
by both legs and pulled him backwards until only his head remained over the
open door.
I slammed the oven door shut on his head and neck. He
squirmed and fought for freedom, but I had all the leverage and I used all of
my remaining strength to push that door against his head and neck. I’m not sure
what gave out first, but I heard the crunch and saw his body go limp.
I was beat. I just slid to the ground right beside the
zombies still form. I knew I should grab the kid and get the hell out of the
area, but I was exhausted. I just wanted to sit there and get my breathing back
under
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