He thought for a moment. “We need to move. We can’t stay here after he’s dead.”
“How?”
“I have no idea. Shoot our way to the cars, and then drive like hell. Maybe try sneaking to the cars,” he replied.
“I don’t know either. I’ll keep an eye on Tom until he passes. I’ll let you know when he does.”
Mike leaned against the door, trying to wrap his mind around the latest development. He was pretty sure Tom was going to turn into one of those things. He was pretty sure that someone would have to kill it when he did. He was afraid that it was going to be a noisy affair. Shit! He thought. What else could possibly go wrong?
Alright Mike, get it together. Stop dwelling on the bad breaks, and come up with some solutions. Your wife and those two kids still need you to get them out of this.
First, we can’t stay here. We have to get to the cars. How and when? He decided that no matter what, when Tom died they were leaving. But, how were they going to get past a convenience store full of zombies? His hand instinctively began caressing the black pistol on his hip. He did some quick math: Two pistols, 1 rifle, and a shotgun; himself, Jen who was lucky to hit a man sized target at 20 paces, and the two kids who both knew something about guns. He guessed they could probably take five or six zombies, but not many more.
Next, if they left where would they go? They did have gas and some supplies. They could drive for about four hours if they took it slow and easy. But then what? The route to the highway seemed like it would be easy to get to. Then where? To get to Alexandria they’d have to get on I-49. That almost guaranteed going through Shreveport. So, they get out and head east towards Monroe. No big cities between here and there.
He finally let himself relax. He had a plan. He just hoped he’d have a little while before he’d have to implement it. He dozed off to sleep, thinking he should have told the others his plan before he did.
Mike felt like he had just fallen asleep when Jen shook him awake. He pressed the button on his wrist watch: 0400. Wow, he’d slept for nearly 5 hours. He started to stretch, his watch scraping the inside of the door he was leaning against. He stopped immediately. Oh crap! How loud was that? He listened for sounds of un-life on the other side of the door. He didn’t hear anything.
Oh shit, Tom! “Is he dead?” he whispered.
“Yes,” She whispered.
“How’s Larry taking it?”
“He’s still asleep. I wanted to wake you first. What do we do now? I still can’t do it.”
“No, we get the hell out of here. It sounds like it’s pretty empty out there. Let’s get to the cars and head towards Monroe.”
She didn’t say anything. She just crawled to the two teens. Mike could hear her as she woke them up. He could hear Larry ask Jen if it was over. Then he heard the young man start to cry. Next he heard Jen wake Theresa. She too asked if “he’s dead.” They all shuffled to the door where Mike waited.
“Ok, Larry, you got the keys to that yellow car?”
“No sir, I think they’re in my dad’s pocket. You still want two cars?” the youngster whispered.
“Yeah, I do. The more space we have, the more stuff we can carry, and the more options we have.”
“Ok, I’ll get them. I need to say good-bye anyway.” The boy crawled over to the corner where the body of his father lay. Mike could hear the boy crying as he searched his father’s pockets. Jingle, Jingle, good he had them.
Suddenly, they heard a moan. It was faint at first, like air escaping from a bellows. They heard another, this one louder. Then they heard Larry grappling with something. CRASH, a section of shelving fell to the floor.
“Mike!” in a loud whisper
“Larry. You ok?” asked Mike as he flipped on the lights.
Larry was on his back, his father’s
“How?”
“I have no idea. Shoot our way to the cars, and then drive like hell. Maybe try sneaking to the cars,” he replied.
“I don’t know either. I’ll keep an eye on Tom until he passes. I’ll let you know when he does.”
Mike leaned against the door, trying to wrap his mind around the latest development. He was pretty sure Tom was going to turn into one of those things. He was pretty sure that someone would have to kill it when he did. He was afraid that it was going to be a noisy affair. Shit! He thought. What else could possibly go wrong?
Alright Mike, get it together. Stop dwelling on the bad breaks, and come up with some solutions. Your wife and those two kids still need you to get them out of this.
First, we can’t stay here. We have to get to the cars. How and when? He decided that no matter what, when Tom died they were leaving. But, how were they going to get past a convenience store full of zombies? His hand instinctively began caressing the black pistol on his hip. He did some quick math: Two pistols, 1 rifle, and a shotgun; himself, Jen who was lucky to hit a man sized target at 20 paces, and the two kids who both knew something about guns. He guessed they could probably take five or six zombies, but not many more.
Next, if they left where would they go? They did have gas and some supplies. They could drive for about four hours if they took it slow and easy. But then what? The route to the highway seemed like it would be easy to get to. Then where? To get to Alexandria they’d have to get on I-49. That almost guaranteed going through Shreveport. So, they get out and head east towards Monroe. No big cities between here and there.
He finally let himself relax. He had a plan. He just hoped he’d have a little while before he’d have to implement it. He dozed off to sleep, thinking he should have told the others his plan before he did.
Mike felt like he had just fallen asleep when Jen shook him awake. He pressed the button on his wrist watch: 0400. Wow, he’d slept for nearly 5 hours. He started to stretch, his watch scraping the inside of the door he was leaning against. He stopped immediately. Oh crap! How loud was that? He listened for sounds of un-life on the other side of the door. He didn’t hear anything.
Oh shit, Tom! “Is he dead?” he whispered.
“Yes,” She whispered.
“How’s Larry taking it?”
“He’s still asleep. I wanted to wake you first. What do we do now? I still can’t do it.”
“No, we get the hell out of here. It sounds like it’s pretty empty out there. Let’s get to the cars and head towards Monroe.”
She didn’t say anything. She just crawled to the two teens. Mike could hear her as she woke them up. He could hear Larry ask Jen if it was over. Then he heard the young man start to cry. Next he heard Jen wake Theresa. She too asked if “he’s dead.” They all shuffled to the door where Mike waited.
“Ok, Larry, you got the keys to that yellow car?”
“No sir, I think they’re in my dad’s pocket. You still want two cars?” the youngster whispered.
“Yeah, I do. The more space we have, the more stuff we can carry, and the more options we have.”
“Ok, I’ll get them. I need to say good-bye anyway.” The boy crawled over to the corner where the body of his father lay. Mike could hear the boy crying as he searched his father’s pockets. Jingle, Jingle, good he had them.
Suddenly, they heard a moan. It was faint at first, like air escaping from a bellows. They heard another, this one louder. Then they heard Larry grappling with something. CRASH, a section of shelving fell to the floor.
“Mike!” in a loud whisper
“Larry. You ok?” asked Mike as he flipped on the lights.
Larry was on his back, his father’s
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