the store.
“I got our stuff in your truck, but we’ve got to go now!” said Matt as fast as he could get it out.
“My gun...my sword,” was about all I could get out.
“They’re up here by the door! Get your crap and move!” said Matt, looking over his shoulder toward the parking lot.
Just then Matt ran back out the door into the bright hazy morning. I ran for the door and grabbed my weapons. I shoved my right hand into my pants pocket and pulled out my keys. I lifted my eyes and saw why Matt was in a hurry.
I don’t know where they all came from but they seemed to be coming from everywhere. Hundreds of corpses were coming for us. Some were staggering, some stumbling forwards, and some were at almost a full sprint. I heard the blast of Matt’s twelve-gauge cut through the air. Then I realized that some of them had already made it into the parking lot.
“Open the doors! I’ve only got three shots left in this!” yelled Matt, standing with his back to the passenger’s door to my truck.
I ran to the driver’s door and stuck the key into the lock. Suddenly I was thrown to the ground. I rolled over and pulled out my sword. A rotting male stood at the front of the truck. He was probably about two hundred and fifty pounds and looked as though he had been killed a few days ago. He did not move very fast, but I knew that if he managed to get a good grip, that would be it for me. While lying on the ground, I whipped my sword back and swung with all of my weight. I heard the crunch when the edge made contact with his left knee. There was no grimace of pain on his face, only a brief glance at his knee. Then his eyes shifted back to me.
I began to shuffle backwards as the large corpse began moving toward me. He took a step with his right leg and then his left, but I noticed his leg wobbled when he put weight on it. I lunged forward and took another swing at his left knee. The leg bent to the side and he collapsed to the ground right at my feet. Again I pushed myself back to get away from him while he continued to lurch and reach for me. I rolled to the side and half stood and stumbled forward.
I turned back to see the bloody mess dragging itself across the asphalt. I ran toward him and kicked him right under the chin. He finally stopped after I smashed my dull blade into the back of his skull. But just as I finished it off, I heard Matt’s shotgun blasting again on the other side of the truck.
“I’m out! Open the door NOW!” screamed Matt.
I ran over to the truck and turned the key still in the door. I jumped across the seat and unlocked Matt’s door. Just as I did, I saw Matt swing his shotgun and strike the side of a deceased teenaged boy’s head.
I pulled my door shut and yelled, “It’s unlocked! Get in!”
Matt ripped the door open and jumped inside. They were everywhere when we started to pull out of the parking lot. I gunned the gas and flew down the Mercury Boulevard toward the sporting goods store.
“What set them all off?” I asked.
“When I came out, there weren’t too many of them close to the store. So I just loaded all the stuff into the truck bed and tried to slip by without them noticing. But there was one lying on the ground at the end of the truck and he noticed me.”
“But I didn’t hear your shotgun go off. I know that would have woke me up,” I asked.
“That’s because I didn’t shoot it. I was startled for a second and that gave it a chance to howl,” Matt replied.
“Howl? What like a dog?”
“No, haven’t you heard them howl?”
“I guess not. What does it sound like?”
“It’s starts out very deep and throaty, but if you let them keep going, it becomes higher pitched and louder.”
“What happens if they howl?” I asked.
“From what I can tell, they make that noise when they suddenly come in
“I got our stuff in your truck, but we’ve got to go now!” said Matt as fast as he could get it out.
“My gun...my sword,” was about all I could get out.
“They’re up here by the door! Get your crap and move!” said Matt, looking over his shoulder toward the parking lot.
Just then Matt ran back out the door into the bright hazy morning. I ran for the door and grabbed my weapons. I shoved my right hand into my pants pocket and pulled out my keys. I lifted my eyes and saw why Matt was in a hurry.
I don’t know where they all came from but they seemed to be coming from everywhere. Hundreds of corpses were coming for us. Some were staggering, some stumbling forwards, and some were at almost a full sprint. I heard the blast of Matt’s twelve-gauge cut through the air. Then I realized that some of them had already made it into the parking lot.
“Open the doors! I’ve only got three shots left in this!” yelled Matt, standing with his back to the passenger’s door to my truck.
I ran to the driver’s door and stuck the key into the lock. Suddenly I was thrown to the ground. I rolled over and pulled out my sword. A rotting male stood at the front of the truck. He was probably about two hundred and fifty pounds and looked as though he had been killed a few days ago. He did not move very fast, but I knew that if he managed to get a good grip, that would be it for me. While lying on the ground, I whipped my sword back and swung with all of my weight. I heard the crunch when the edge made contact with his left knee. There was no grimace of pain on his face, only a brief glance at his knee. Then his eyes shifted back to me.
I began to shuffle backwards as the large corpse began moving toward me. He took a step with his right leg and then his left, but I noticed his leg wobbled when he put weight on it. I lunged forward and took another swing at his left knee. The leg bent to the side and he collapsed to the ground right at my feet. Again I pushed myself back to get away from him while he continued to lurch and reach for me. I rolled to the side and half stood and stumbled forward.
I turned back to see the bloody mess dragging itself across the asphalt. I ran toward him and kicked him right under the chin. He finally stopped after I smashed my dull blade into the back of his skull. But just as I finished it off, I heard Matt’s shotgun blasting again on the other side of the truck.
“I’m out! Open the door NOW!” screamed Matt.
I ran over to the truck and turned the key still in the door. I jumped across the seat and unlocked Matt’s door. Just as I did, I saw Matt swing his shotgun and strike the side of a deceased teenaged boy’s head.
I pulled my door shut and yelled, “It’s unlocked! Get in!”
Matt ripped the door open and jumped inside. They were everywhere when we started to pull out of the parking lot. I gunned the gas and flew down the Mercury Boulevard toward the sporting goods store.
“What set them all off?” I asked.
“When I came out, there weren’t too many of them close to the store. So I just loaded all the stuff into the truck bed and tried to slip by without them noticing. But there was one lying on the ground at the end of the truck and he noticed me.”
“But I didn’t hear your shotgun go off. I know that would have woke me up,” I asked.
“That’s because I didn’t shoot it. I was startled for a second and that gave it a chance to howl,” Matt replied.
“Howl? What like a dog?”
“No, haven’t you heard them howl?”
“I guess not. What does it sound like?”
“It’s starts out very deep and throaty, but if you let them keep going, it becomes higher pitched and louder.”
“What happens if they howl?” I asked.
“From what I can tell, they make that noise when they suddenly come in
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