out.
“So we just leave them?” They looked at me as if I was crazy.
There was a click sound. In all the sounds of movement that was coming from the inside of the van it seemed like for a slight moment, a moment just long enough for that seatbelt to be released all noise, but that metal clicking sound, stopped. David crouched down to get a better look in the van. The passenger started to pull his way out of the front window. David stepped back and tripped. Phil let go of the door and it slammed shut. We slid off the van onto our feet as the person crawled out completely. Phil ran to David, picked him up, and pulled him away. I walked up to the man as he stood up about seven feet from me. He stood hunched over. His head cocked in an unnatural angle that couldn’t be possible. I looked into his eyes and saw the same gray eyes as the driver. From this angle I saw a deep bite mark on left side of his neck.
“Hello sir. Are you okay?” Are you okay? What a dumb question to ask a man that looks dead who is standing in front of you. The person walked towards me, I didn’t move. Then the walk turned into a run. I backpedaled a few feet before I lost my footing. He grabbed me and we fell to the ground. His mouth opened, blood and saliva dripped onto my face. My hands were on his throat and holding him away. His mouth opened and closed forcefully. I squeezed as hard as I could and still he continued his attack unfazed.
“Help me!” I screamed. David came over and tried to pull the attacker off me. When he tugged there was a sharp pain in my sides where he was grapping me, as if I was being stabbed by a half dozen of dull knifes. Phil ran over with something in his hand and stabbed the attacker in the back, nothing. He stabbed him again in the back, nothing. Phil grabbed its blood soaked hair and with my help pulled it back. He had a knife and rammed the blade into its left eye. He twisted the blade and the attacker went limp. He pushed it off of me.
“Hold still Daniel.” Phil leaned down to check my sides as David dragged the dead attacker towards the van. “Don’t worry Daniel, they aren’t life threatening wounds.” I leaned forward. My sides had seven cuts from where it grabbed me. Thankfully it was just my sides, it could have been my face.
The driver was struggling to get out, there was no way we were going to let him free. What could cause a person to not only live with fatal wounds but also to act like this ? I was certain had I not held his face back he would have bit me.
“We need to get back to the bookstore in case there are more of these things.” I said.
“I couldn’t agree more with you, Daniel.” Phil said.
The three of us ran back to the bookstore. I was interested in what supplies Phil had. When we got to the store, I told them I needed to get a few things from my shop. Phil told me the doors would be locked, so I’d have to knock to get back in.
I entered my shop. About ten years ago, I had a contractor put a wall up in the back. It made my shop four feet smaller, but at the same time, added a four by sixteen room. I used it as a office. Truth was I trusted God, I did not trust in man however. If our country was to collapse then I needed to have a plan to survive. Yes, I was a God fearing Christian. However, I refused to be a sitting duck if any stuff ever hit the fan. So I made myself a survival pack, to greet that stuff head on.
Chapter 25
09/18/2004 1045 Hours
Robert
The gas station was dead all morning. Not even the normal group of senior citizens this morning. The shop was called The Oil Man and was at the corner of Highway 27 and Main Street. There was a daily special called, The $13.99 Coffee and Oil .It came with a large cup of coffee and an oil change. It really wasn’t anything special, most repair shops had free coffee, and there was nothing special about our coffee. It was a brilliant idea because when you talked about free in an ad, the seniors would ate it up. There
“So we just leave them?” They looked at me as if I was crazy.
There was a click sound. In all the sounds of movement that was coming from the inside of the van it seemed like for a slight moment, a moment just long enough for that seatbelt to be released all noise, but that metal clicking sound, stopped. David crouched down to get a better look in the van. The passenger started to pull his way out of the front window. David stepped back and tripped. Phil let go of the door and it slammed shut. We slid off the van onto our feet as the person crawled out completely. Phil ran to David, picked him up, and pulled him away. I walked up to the man as he stood up about seven feet from me. He stood hunched over. His head cocked in an unnatural angle that couldn’t be possible. I looked into his eyes and saw the same gray eyes as the driver. From this angle I saw a deep bite mark on left side of his neck.
“Hello sir. Are you okay?” Are you okay? What a dumb question to ask a man that looks dead who is standing in front of you. The person walked towards me, I didn’t move. Then the walk turned into a run. I backpedaled a few feet before I lost my footing. He grabbed me and we fell to the ground. His mouth opened, blood and saliva dripped onto my face. My hands were on his throat and holding him away. His mouth opened and closed forcefully. I squeezed as hard as I could and still he continued his attack unfazed.
“Help me!” I screamed. David came over and tried to pull the attacker off me. When he tugged there was a sharp pain in my sides where he was grapping me, as if I was being stabbed by a half dozen of dull knifes. Phil ran over with something in his hand and stabbed the attacker in the back, nothing. He stabbed him again in the back, nothing. Phil grabbed its blood soaked hair and with my help pulled it back. He had a knife and rammed the blade into its left eye. He twisted the blade and the attacker went limp. He pushed it off of me.
“Hold still Daniel.” Phil leaned down to check my sides as David dragged the dead attacker towards the van. “Don’t worry Daniel, they aren’t life threatening wounds.” I leaned forward. My sides had seven cuts from where it grabbed me. Thankfully it was just my sides, it could have been my face.
The driver was struggling to get out, there was no way we were going to let him free. What could cause a person to not only live with fatal wounds but also to act like this ? I was certain had I not held his face back he would have bit me.
“We need to get back to the bookstore in case there are more of these things.” I said.
“I couldn’t agree more with you, Daniel.” Phil said.
The three of us ran back to the bookstore. I was interested in what supplies Phil had. When we got to the store, I told them I needed to get a few things from my shop. Phil told me the doors would be locked, so I’d have to knock to get back in.
I entered my shop. About ten years ago, I had a contractor put a wall up in the back. It made my shop four feet smaller, but at the same time, added a four by sixteen room. I used it as a office. Truth was I trusted God, I did not trust in man however. If our country was to collapse then I needed to have a plan to survive. Yes, I was a God fearing Christian. However, I refused to be a sitting duck if any stuff ever hit the fan. So I made myself a survival pack, to greet that stuff head on.
Chapter 25
09/18/2004 1045 Hours
Robert
The gas station was dead all morning. Not even the normal group of senior citizens this morning. The shop was called The Oil Man and was at the corner of Highway 27 and Main Street. There was a daily special called, The $13.99 Coffee and Oil .It came with a large cup of coffee and an oil change. It really wasn’t anything special, most repair shops had free coffee, and there was nothing special about our coffee. It was a brilliant idea because when you talked about free in an ad, the seniors would ate it up. There
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