Respect for the Dead (Surviving the Dead Book 1) by Shawn McLain Page A
Authors: Shawn McLain
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loading area. “What the???” The building across the street was completely engulfed in flame. Steve watched three flaming bodies fall from the second floor. His attention shifted immediately to the front door as it was flung open. Three people ran from the flames. One ran toward him, it was a young guy Steve had seen a few times in passing. The young man fell, Steve stepped forward to help him. He heard the man scream, one of the burning bodies had grabbed the guy’s ankle. The other two burning bodies got slowly to their feet, advancing on the downed man.
The top windows exploded sending glass raining down on other escaping workers. Steve looked back at the Distribution center. His co-workers were also all running from the buildings. He also saw several friends on the ground being attacked. The attackers were, to Steve’s horror, also his friends and co-workers. “This can’t be happening this can’t be!” They were killing and eating each other. “This is like some messed up horror movie!” Steve shouted as if this would make it all go away.
Smashing through the gate he turned back toward the parking lot and ran for his car. He dodged several cars that sped past. Jumping over the hood of his boss’ car Steve barley avoided being hit. The BMW he slid over was not so lucky. Shakily regaining his feet he jumped aside again when a pickup truck skidded to a halt in front of him.
“Steve! For fuck sake boy! Get the hell out of here!” It was Brad. “Oh shit boy run!” The truck’s tires screamed and in roar of an engine the taillights were all that was left.
Sparing a glance over his shoulder Steve saw several bloody creatures stumbling toward him. “Fuck this!” He ran for his Mustang while digging in his pocket for his keys.
He had parked further out in the lot thinking it would be easy to leave later, it now felt miles away. He regretted the decision with every step he ran. “Seriously! I swear I didn’t park this far away.” He gasped as another car squealed out of the lot.
Finding the keys, he hit the fob unlocking the door. Slamming into the door a second later he wrenched it open and flung himself in. “What the hell is going on?” He breathed, his hands were shaking so bad it took several seconds before he was finally able to get the key into the ignition. The engine roared into life.
Taking a moment to clear his head, he tried to rid the vision of Rachel and the burning corpses getting up and walking. He rubbed his eyes. He could still see them, he could see them every time he closed his eyes, “This can’t be happening, this can’t be, can’t be.” He repeated still trying to will it to be true. He shut his eyes tight, pressing them so all was black except the geometric shapes. He tried to block out the sound. Opening his eyes, it was all still there, the running, the screaming, the burning were all still there.
“Beth, Dad!” he reached into his jacket for his phone, “Holy SHIT!” Steve slammed against his door and kicked away at the passenger seat. The office manager crashed against his passenger window and slid down it, beating it with torn hands leaving bloody streaks.
Steve screamed again and threw himself in the other direction as a face slammed against the window next to his. The owner held up a bloody hand that was missing several fingers against the driver’s window. The dead eyes locked on Steve’s and its mouth opened into a long howl.
“FUCK YOU!” Steve screamed throwing the car into gear and slamming his foot down on the gas. The car lurched forward sending Steve back into his seat. Suddenly he was thrown forward as the front hit a large bump. The rear tires squealed in protest as they tried to gain traction. The business manager clawed at the asphalt, the rear tire of the high powered performance car grabbed and ripped at his side until, with a
The top windows exploded sending glass raining down on other escaping workers. Steve looked back at the Distribution center. His co-workers were also all running from the buildings. He also saw several friends on the ground being attacked. The attackers were, to Steve’s horror, also his friends and co-workers. “This can’t be happening this can’t be!” They were killing and eating each other. “This is like some messed up horror movie!” Steve shouted as if this would make it all go away.
Smashing through the gate he turned back toward the parking lot and ran for his car. He dodged several cars that sped past. Jumping over the hood of his boss’ car Steve barley avoided being hit. The BMW he slid over was not so lucky. Shakily regaining his feet he jumped aside again when a pickup truck skidded to a halt in front of him.
“Steve! For fuck sake boy! Get the hell out of here!” It was Brad. “Oh shit boy run!” The truck’s tires screamed and in roar of an engine the taillights were all that was left.
Sparing a glance over his shoulder Steve saw several bloody creatures stumbling toward him. “Fuck this!” He ran for his Mustang while digging in his pocket for his keys.
He had parked further out in the lot thinking it would be easy to leave later, it now felt miles away. He regretted the decision with every step he ran. “Seriously! I swear I didn’t park this far away.” He gasped as another car squealed out of the lot.
Finding the keys, he hit the fob unlocking the door. Slamming into the door a second later he wrenched it open and flung himself in. “What the hell is going on?” He breathed, his hands were shaking so bad it took several seconds before he was finally able to get the key into the ignition. The engine roared into life.
Taking a moment to clear his head, he tried to rid the vision of Rachel and the burning corpses getting up and walking. He rubbed his eyes. He could still see them, he could see them every time he closed his eyes, “This can’t be happening, this can’t be, can’t be.” He repeated still trying to will it to be true. He shut his eyes tight, pressing them so all was black except the geometric shapes. He tried to block out the sound. Opening his eyes, it was all still there, the running, the screaming, the burning were all still there.
“Beth, Dad!” he reached into his jacket for his phone, “Holy SHIT!” Steve slammed against his door and kicked away at the passenger seat. The office manager crashed against his passenger window and slid down it, beating it with torn hands leaving bloody streaks.
Steve screamed again and threw himself in the other direction as a face slammed against the window next to his. The owner held up a bloody hand that was missing several fingers against the driver’s window. The dead eyes locked on Steve’s and its mouth opened into a long howl.
“FUCK YOU!” Steve screamed throwing the car into gear and slamming his foot down on the gas. The car lurched forward sending Steve back into his seat. Suddenly he was thrown forward as the front hit a large bump. The rear tires squealed in protest as they tried to gain traction. The business manager clawed at the asphalt, the rear tire of the high powered performance car grabbed and ripped at his side until, with a
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