The Road to Macon: A Zombie Novel by Micah Gurley Page A
Authors: Micah Gurley
Tags: Zombies
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share what just happened with, he walked up to the man to see him shaking and trembling on the ground.
"Are you hit?" Abe asked anxiously. He kneeled down to the man and saw a bite wound on the man's shoulder. Abe quickly stood up and took a few steps back.
"Aw, just stay there and I'll get some water, "Abe said, and continued to back away from the man. He wasn't sure what was going on with this sickness but Kyle had told him that they were biting people and that caused it to spread.
Abe was almost to the door when the man turned his head and let out a terrible shriek. Abe, having enough of it, darted back into the house. He didn't even contemplate using the gun again, enough of that. He just wanted to lock the guy out. Abe slammed the door, and turned the bolt lock. The armchair went back in front of the door, and Abe hoped his brother would get there soon.
Chapter 13
"All right boys, looks like the cell phones are down. Let's keep in touch with the radio. Check in 12:20." Eric placed the receiver on top of the CB radio in his truck. His two friends confirmed, and then they turned left onto the dirt road that they all lived on. Eric was never one to feel premonitions but he didn't have a good feeling about any of this. Dread. Yeah, that was the best way to describe it. His place came up first and he pulled into the long driveway that led to his place. His driveway led through tall maple trees that had been lining his driveway since his daddy's time. Eric tried to not gun the truck, and remain calm, but as he came out of the woods and first saw his house, he knew something was wrong.
Eric's house was a large light blue double-wide trailer that sat on a pristine front yard. It was a beautiful place and was across from his parent’s two-story older house. The problem was the front door being open. Actually, the front door being open wasn't the problem as long as the screen door was there, but now there was no screen door. His mother might have come over but she would never leave the screen door open to let flies in.
He pulled up to the side of his house and quietly got out of the truck, taking his AR15 with him. He also quickly strapped on his gun belt and checked his 9mm. He took a quick glance at house but was more concerned with his parents right now. His folks were both in their early seventies and were enjoying retirement. Eric saw both of his parent’s vehicles in the driveway and hoped that they were just watching a game show. He walked up steps onto the old wood porch and tried to listen for anything. With some hesitation, he knocked on the door and took a step back. He had slung his rifle but he had his hand on his pistol, ready to pull. Not getting an answer, he put his hand on doorknob and slowly opened the door.
"Momma, Dad, you guys home?" he asked. He did hear the TV playing in the living room and hoped they just hadn’t heard him. He slowly walked through the empty kitchen, something was still cooking on the stove. He peeked around the corner to see the living room and his heart stopped. In front of him, on the living room floor, was one of his neighbors. He was leaning over his father, eating his leg. Eric's world stopped and instant rage filled him like a volcano.
"Get off him!" Eric yelled, all thoughts except revenge receded. Without thinking, he pulled his gun free and fired seven or eight shots into the attacker. The man flew backward after being hit in the chest and head. Eric rushed down to his father's side and became dizzy when he saw his dad's throat. Or where his throat should have been. His throat, along with his face, had been torn or gorged out, leaving half his face in a froze state of terror.
"Dad," he said quietly. He put his hand on the good side of his father's face and gently closed the eye that was staring outward. Grief seemed to be a living thing that had risen in him. Captured him. Eric was reluctant to leave his dad, but thoughts of his mom prompted him to act. He jumped up,
"Are you hit?" Abe asked anxiously. He kneeled down to the man and saw a bite wound on the man's shoulder. Abe quickly stood up and took a few steps back.
"Aw, just stay there and I'll get some water, "Abe said, and continued to back away from the man. He wasn't sure what was going on with this sickness but Kyle had told him that they were biting people and that caused it to spread.
Abe was almost to the door when the man turned his head and let out a terrible shriek. Abe, having enough of it, darted back into the house. He didn't even contemplate using the gun again, enough of that. He just wanted to lock the guy out. Abe slammed the door, and turned the bolt lock. The armchair went back in front of the door, and Abe hoped his brother would get there soon.
Chapter 13
"All right boys, looks like the cell phones are down. Let's keep in touch with the radio. Check in 12:20." Eric placed the receiver on top of the CB radio in his truck. His two friends confirmed, and then they turned left onto the dirt road that they all lived on. Eric was never one to feel premonitions but he didn't have a good feeling about any of this. Dread. Yeah, that was the best way to describe it. His place came up first and he pulled into the long driveway that led to his place. His driveway led through tall maple trees that had been lining his driveway since his daddy's time. Eric tried to not gun the truck, and remain calm, but as he came out of the woods and first saw his house, he knew something was wrong.
Eric's house was a large light blue double-wide trailer that sat on a pristine front yard. It was a beautiful place and was across from his parent’s two-story older house. The problem was the front door being open. Actually, the front door being open wasn't the problem as long as the screen door was there, but now there was no screen door. His mother might have come over but she would never leave the screen door open to let flies in.
He pulled up to the side of his house and quietly got out of the truck, taking his AR15 with him. He also quickly strapped on his gun belt and checked his 9mm. He took a quick glance at house but was more concerned with his parents right now. His folks were both in their early seventies and were enjoying retirement. Eric saw both of his parent’s vehicles in the driveway and hoped that they were just watching a game show. He walked up steps onto the old wood porch and tried to listen for anything. With some hesitation, he knocked on the door and took a step back. He had slung his rifle but he had his hand on his pistol, ready to pull. Not getting an answer, he put his hand on doorknob and slowly opened the door.
"Momma, Dad, you guys home?" he asked. He did hear the TV playing in the living room and hoped they just hadn’t heard him. He slowly walked through the empty kitchen, something was still cooking on the stove. He peeked around the corner to see the living room and his heart stopped. In front of him, on the living room floor, was one of his neighbors. He was leaning over his father, eating his leg. Eric's world stopped and instant rage filled him like a volcano.
"Get off him!" Eric yelled, all thoughts except revenge receded. Without thinking, he pulled his gun free and fired seven or eight shots into the attacker. The man flew backward after being hit in the chest and head. Eric rushed down to his father's side and became dizzy when he saw his dad's throat. Or where his throat should have been. His throat, along with his face, had been torn or gorged out, leaving half his face in a froze state of terror.
"Dad," he said quietly. He put his hand on the good side of his father's face and gently closed the eye that was staring outward. Grief seemed to be a living thing that had risen in him. Captured him. Eric was reluctant to leave his dad, but thoughts of his mom prompted him to act. He jumped up,
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