couldn’t maneuver well enough.
It only brushed his shoulder with its fingertips, before Zoey took off its head. Dan had heard the whistle of the tip of her sword as it whizzed past his ear. It was not a very comforting sound.
They heard a solid thump and looked back to see Barns beating another zombie into the ground.
A third zombie was coming out of the restaurant; Zoey crossed the street to meet it at the door. She went through the eye socket with her sword to take out its brain.
"New rule," called Dan. "We stay on this side of the street."
He didn’t like the idea of her crossing the street and putting so much distance between them.
"Aw, what's a matter, is Dan scared?"
"Think about it, we have strength in numbers. For every foot we separate, it gets more and more dangerous."
She looked skeptical, "I don't think it is that bad yet."
No sooner than she had spoken, a nearby window in the restaurant shattered and a zombie came diving out at her.
She was caught off guard, swinging the sword and only coming up about waist high. The zombie was cleaved almost in half, it was enough to make it fall to the ground. The thing kept coming, dragging its limp, lower half as it went. It grabbed her ankle, opened its mouth wide, and bit down. Zoey thrust her sword into its head as it did.
"Damn it!" she said, sitting down and holding her ankle.
Dan had just reached her side of the street; he grabbed her heel and lifted her pant leg. What he saw was a dark purple ring.
"It didn't break the skin," he said, astonished. "You must have killed it before it could."
"Looks like it’s my lucky day."
Two buildings down and three stories up, more windows began to shatter as three zombies came tumbling out. They landed hard, getting back up and standing with broken bodies. Two of them had feet that dragged behind the fragmented bones they used to walk on. The third reached out with twisted arms.
A few more zombies burst from the next floor up, one from the basement level. A similar phenomenon began happening to a building on the other side of the street. One stumbled off the roof and smashed a red car that was sitting against the sidewalk.
A zombie fell from an apartment three stories above a restaurant. It tore through an awning and crushed a table that had been set up on the sidewalk.
As it stood up, Dan started noticing the same thing happening up and down the city in every direction. The buildings were like hives, feeding zombies into the street.
"Lucky is not the word I would use," he said, watching the numbers grow.
Zoey cut down the zombie that had fallen through the awning. "I don't think we are going to be able to hold out against so many."
Dan felt the vise as they began moving in from all directions. Their numbers doubled, tripled, anything living was fast becoming eradicated.
"I know."
Chapter 16
"We've got all the people that we are gonna get," said the cop, coming back to their side of the building. "We are out of bullets and have to close the doors."
"And then what?" asked Dan.
"The riot police and National Guard should be getting the streets back under control pretty soon. Until they do, we are going to wait it out on the roof."
Dan didn't like the idea of being trapped on the roof but couldn't think of anything better. "Okay, but we had better hurry. Another minute and we will be overrun for sure."
"Okay, let's get inside," the cop said loud enough so Barns could hear him.
Barns looked back from clobbering a zombie in the head. "Don't leave me!" He turned and almost started running as he made his way to the door. The cops held the door open for him to go in.
Zoey held her hand up, encouraging Dan to lead the way. "After you."
An awfully friendly gesture considering all the walking corpses closing in on them.
Once they were all inside, the two cops closed the door and locked it. The one that had been bitten coughed, and Dan couldn't help but notice the little
It only brushed his shoulder with its fingertips, before Zoey took off its head. Dan had heard the whistle of the tip of her sword as it whizzed past his ear. It was not a very comforting sound.
They heard a solid thump and looked back to see Barns beating another zombie into the ground.
A third zombie was coming out of the restaurant; Zoey crossed the street to meet it at the door. She went through the eye socket with her sword to take out its brain.
"New rule," called Dan. "We stay on this side of the street."
He didn’t like the idea of her crossing the street and putting so much distance between them.
"Aw, what's a matter, is Dan scared?"
"Think about it, we have strength in numbers. For every foot we separate, it gets more and more dangerous."
She looked skeptical, "I don't think it is that bad yet."
No sooner than she had spoken, a nearby window in the restaurant shattered and a zombie came diving out at her.
She was caught off guard, swinging the sword and only coming up about waist high. The zombie was cleaved almost in half, it was enough to make it fall to the ground. The thing kept coming, dragging its limp, lower half as it went. It grabbed her ankle, opened its mouth wide, and bit down. Zoey thrust her sword into its head as it did.
"Damn it!" she said, sitting down and holding her ankle.
Dan had just reached her side of the street; he grabbed her heel and lifted her pant leg. What he saw was a dark purple ring.
"It didn't break the skin," he said, astonished. "You must have killed it before it could."
"Looks like it’s my lucky day."
Two buildings down and three stories up, more windows began to shatter as three zombies came tumbling out. They landed hard, getting back up and standing with broken bodies. Two of them had feet that dragged behind the fragmented bones they used to walk on. The third reached out with twisted arms.
A few more zombies burst from the next floor up, one from the basement level. A similar phenomenon began happening to a building on the other side of the street. One stumbled off the roof and smashed a red car that was sitting against the sidewalk.
A zombie fell from an apartment three stories above a restaurant. It tore through an awning and crushed a table that had been set up on the sidewalk.
As it stood up, Dan started noticing the same thing happening up and down the city in every direction. The buildings were like hives, feeding zombies into the street.
"Lucky is not the word I would use," he said, watching the numbers grow.
Zoey cut down the zombie that had fallen through the awning. "I don't think we are going to be able to hold out against so many."
Dan felt the vise as they began moving in from all directions. Their numbers doubled, tripled, anything living was fast becoming eradicated.
"I know."
Chapter 16
"We've got all the people that we are gonna get," said the cop, coming back to their side of the building. "We are out of bullets and have to close the doors."
"And then what?" asked Dan.
"The riot police and National Guard should be getting the streets back under control pretty soon. Until they do, we are going to wait it out on the roof."
Dan didn't like the idea of being trapped on the roof but couldn't think of anything better. "Okay, but we had better hurry. Another minute and we will be overrun for sure."
"Okay, let's get inside," the cop said loud enough so Barns could hear him.
Barns looked back from clobbering a zombie in the head. "Don't leave me!" He turned and almost started running as he made his way to the door. The cops held the door open for him to go in.
Zoey held her hand up, encouraging Dan to lead the way. "After you."
An awfully friendly gesture considering all the walking corpses closing in on them.
Once they were all inside, the two cops closed the door and locked it. The one that had been bitten coughed, and Dan couldn't help but notice the little
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