get high enough to make it over the edge and onto the hayloft.
Keeping a wary eye on the dead things, now moaning at their inability to reach the food above them, Billy felt a sense of relief. He and Terrance couldn't get down but those things couldn't get up either. Realizing he was breathing heavy, he also felt a slight pain in his chest. Safe for the moment, he would rest and regroup his thoughts before trying to figure out what to do next.
Seeing that Billy had beaten back the attack, Terrance moved cautiously forward and stopped near the edge of the loft. Looking down at the zombies milling around below, his courage came back as he said with contempt, "Now what, huh? Now what?" Stomping his foot, he called out, "You can't get us up here, can you? You ain't so bad now." Spitting in the face of the dead bus driver, he turned and stomped a few feet away before his knees gave out from exhaustion and fear, and he sat down abruptly.
The four by four posts , which supported the loft, had been infested by termites and dry rot for many years, and Billy felt the platform shudder with Terrance's movements. He opened his mouth to tell his friend to take it easy when he heard and felt a muffled thud from underneath him. At first he thought the floor was giving way and he looked around wildly for somewhere to run.
He paused when the thud was repeated , followed by the floor shaking again. Realizing it wasn't a support breaking, Billy found himself more curious than frightened as to what was going on. As he moved toward the edge of the platform, Terrance, who had jumped to his feet at the first thumping noise, brushed past him and leaned over the side. Billy saw his friend’s eyes go wide as he joined him and looked down. At first he couldn't make anything out in the dim light, but then the thudding noise and shudder was repeated. Now he could focus on its source.
Four of the dead had each taken up an arm or leg of the woman with the broken neck and were swinging her between them, using her body as a battering ram against one of the support columns.
As Billy and Terrance watched in horror, the zombies swung the dead meat between them again, causing the woman’s now pulverized head to impact the four by four with a thud. This was followed by a loud crack as the support column gave way and the hayloft collapsed.
Billy and Terrance had just enough time to scream as they dropped to the waiting dead below.
From its origins in Little Rock, Arkansas, the HWNW virus had radiated out to the north, south, east and west and now covered the country.
CHAPTER SIX
Steve Wendell woke lying flat on his back in bed. Stretching as he rubbed his feet together, he luxuriated in the thought that today was Friday, his late day to go into work. Five days a week he was at the station by five AM but on Fridays he never went in until ten.
Looking to his right, he saw Ginny's sleeping form next to him. As she was the station owner’s personal assistant, Ginny was supposed to be at the station by eight AM. But since the owner, Tom Oliver, brother of Mary Oliver AKA Morning Wood, was often away on business, Ginny typically rolled in around nine or ten. She got her work done and got along well with everyone, so no one commented on her daily tardiness.
It also helped that she was sleeping with the station manager, Steve mused.
Carefully getting out of bed so as not to disturb Ginny, Steve went into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. He stood there undecided for a moment as he wondered what new developments there were on the HWNW virus but wasn't sure which way to turn for the information.
The news stations were obviously downplaying what was happening, this being prove n by the things that he himself had witnessed and heard. Like the grocery stores being locked down early and stocked up and what Heather had shared with him, so he didn't believe they were giving out the full story.
The Internet, on the other hand, would be a
Keeping a wary eye on the dead things, now moaning at their inability to reach the food above them, Billy felt a sense of relief. He and Terrance couldn't get down but those things couldn't get up either. Realizing he was breathing heavy, he also felt a slight pain in his chest. Safe for the moment, he would rest and regroup his thoughts before trying to figure out what to do next.
Seeing that Billy had beaten back the attack, Terrance moved cautiously forward and stopped near the edge of the loft. Looking down at the zombies milling around below, his courage came back as he said with contempt, "Now what, huh? Now what?" Stomping his foot, he called out, "You can't get us up here, can you? You ain't so bad now." Spitting in the face of the dead bus driver, he turned and stomped a few feet away before his knees gave out from exhaustion and fear, and he sat down abruptly.
The four by four posts , which supported the loft, had been infested by termites and dry rot for many years, and Billy felt the platform shudder with Terrance's movements. He opened his mouth to tell his friend to take it easy when he heard and felt a muffled thud from underneath him. At first he thought the floor was giving way and he looked around wildly for somewhere to run.
He paused when the thud was repeated , followed by the floor shaking again. Realizing it wasn't a support breaking, Billy found himself more curious than frightened as to what was going on. As he moved toward the edge of the platform, Terrance, who had jumped to his feet at the first thumping noise, brushed past him and leaned over the side. Billy saw his friend’s eyes go wide as he joined him and looked down. At first he couldn't make anything out in the dim light, but then the thudding noise and shudder was repeated. Now he could focus on its source.
Four of the dead had each taken up an arm or leg of the woman with the broken neck and were swinging her between them, using her body as a battering ram against one of the support columns.
As Billy and Terrance watched in horror, the zombies swung the dead meat between them again, causing the woman’s now pulverized head to impact the four by four with a thud. This was followed by a loud crack as the support column gave way and the hayloft collapsed.
Billy and Terrance had just enough time to scream as they dropped to the waiting dead below.
From its origins in Little Rock, Arkansas, the HWNW virus had radiated out to the north, south, east and west and now covered the country.
CHAPTER SIX
Steve Wendell woke lying flat on his back in bed. Stretching as he rubbed his feet together, he luxuriated in the thought that today was Friday, his late day to go into work. Five days a week he was at the station by five AM but on Fridays he never went in until ten.
Looking to his right, he saw Ginny's sleeping form next to him. As she was the station owner’s personal assistant, Ginny was supposed to be at the station by eight AM. But since the owner, Tom Oliver, brother of Mary Oliver AKA Morning Wood, was often away on business, Ginny typically rolled in around nine or ten. She got her work done and got along well with everyone, so no one commented on her daily tardiness.
It also helped that she was sleeping with the station manager, Steve mused.
Carefully getting out of bed so as not to disturb Ginny, Steve went into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. He stood there undecided for a moment as he wondered what new developments there were on the HWNW virus but wasn't sure which way to turn for the information.
The news stations were obviously downplaying what was happening, this being prove n by the things that he himself had witnessed and heard. Like the grocery stores being locked down early and stocked up and what Heather had shared with him, so he didn't believe they were giving out the full story.
The Internet, on the other hand, would be a
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