The keys are still in the ignition, and as I turn them, the Micra ’s little engine comes to life. I lean down and press the accelerator, but it’s not in gear.
I lean over and try to force the car into gear, but it won’t go in without the clutch being pressed. The undead is coming forward again now, and I press my right hand down on the clutch and use my left to push the stick into first gear.
The undead is back, and my feet are kicking out again.
My kicks are panicked and not aimed. I can feel they are connecting, but I’m trying to look at the pedals. If I lift the clutch without power, the car will stall.
Fuck it! Fuck it!
My feet are cycling again. He is pushing in further towards me. Thank God, he hasn’t thought to use his hands. He could snap me instantly.
My feet keep kicking his head; an equal force just about holding him at bay. My thighs are burning and my stomach cramps from holding my legs up. I’m leaning over to the right and push my left hand down on the clutch. My right hand is free now, and I push the gas pedal hard. The engine revs and I can feel the car vibrating. He is almost in the car now and his body weight has trapped my left leg against the side of the vehicle - my right foot is pounding into him. There is a sudden pain in my side from being bent over at such an angle.
I lift my left hand up, and the engine bites, but there is no motion.
The fucking handbrake! The fucking stupid handbrake!
I claw away, trying to find it. Then my hands grip the end, and I push the little button in and feel it drop. The car shoots forward, scraping along the side of the armoured van. The undead is dragged along for a few metres. His massive upper body holds him in the car, then he drops out and is gone.
I keep my hand pressed down, hoping to hell that I don’t crash into something. I try to raise my head, but I can’t stretch high enough, so I wait a few seconds and then pull my hand away. The car splutters, and the engine dies, then it stops. I twist round quickly and look out. I am inches away from a bench, aiming straight at the building line on the right.
I pull myself into the driver’s seat, dragging the axe from underneath me and pushing it into the passenger side. My stomach muscles are in agony, and my thighs are burning. My chest heaves as I try to suck in air. I twist the key off and back on, putting my foot down on the clutch, and I look in the rear view mirror, The undead is already up and running at me, only a few metres away.
The bench is trapping me from going forward. I push the gear stick into reverse and thrust the accelerator down. My left hand is on the top of the passenger seat as I twist my torso in order to see out of the back. The car gathers speed as the undead runs at me and we collide with a massive bang. His huge frame comes to a sudden stop against the momentum of the vehicle, and then he is thrown backwards, as I slam the brakes on.
Fear, adrenalin and rage are within me, and I am out of the car with my axe held in both hands. He is already sitting up, trying to stand. He struggles to get to his feet and then falls back down; his right leg buckles underneath him.
His knee joint must be smashed .
I step forward, before he can get back up, and swing the axe at his head, cleaving his skull, driving down inches into his brain and splitting his cranium open. Grey matter spills out.
I pull the axe back and he slumps over to the side, I raise the axe above my head and drive the blade into his neck, severing the spinal column. The axe drives through the flesh, and his head comes away. I kick it hard, and it shoots off a few feet. I feel sudden pain in my toes from kicking the heavy head.
‘Cunt! You fucking cunt! That fucking hurt.’
I’m hopping on one foot, spinning round.
An undead male comes staggering at me from the left, and another one behind him. They are just a few paces away and I lift the axe up and step backwards. The
I lean over and try to force the car into gear, but it won’t go in without the clutch being pressed. The undead is coming forward again now, and I press my right hand down on the clutch and use my left to push the stick into first gear.
The undead is back, and my feet are kicking out again.
My kicks are panicked and not aimed. I can feel they are connecting, but I’m trying to look at the pedals. If I lift the clutch without power, the car will stall.
Fuck it! Fuck it!
My feet are cycling again. He is pushing in further towards me. Thank God, he hasn’t thought to use his hands. He could snap me instantly.
My feet keep kicking his head; an equal force just about holding him at bay. My thighs are burning and my stomach cramps from holding my legs up. I’m leaning over to the right and push my left hand down on the clutch. My right hand is free now, and I push the gas pedal hard. The engine revs and I can feel the car vibrating. He is almost in the car now and his body weight has trapped my left leg against the side of the vehicle - my right foot is pounding into him. There is a sudden pain in my side from being bent over at such an angle.
I lift my left hand up, and the engine bites, but there is no motion.
The fucking handbrake! The fucking stupid handbrake!
I claw away, trying to find it. Then my hands grip the end, and I push the little button in and feel it drop. The car shoots forward, scraping along the side of the armoured van. The undead is dragged along for a few metres. His massive upper body holds him in the car, then he drops out and is gone.
I keep my hand pressed down, hoping to hell that I don’t crash into something. I try to raise my head, but I can’t stretch high enough, so I wait a few seconds and then pull my hand away. The car splutters, and the engine dies, then it stops. I twist round quickly and look out. I am inches away from a bench, aiming straight at the building line on the right.
I pull myself into the driver’s seat, dragging the axe from underneath me and pushing it into the passenger side. My stomach muscles are in agony, and my thighs are burning. My chest heaves as I try to suck in air. I twist the key off and back on, putting my foot down on the clutch, and I look in the rear view mirror, The undead is already up and running at me, only a few metres away.
The bench is trapping me from going forward. I push the gear stick into reverse and thrust the accelerator down. My left hand is on the top of the passenger seat as I twist my torso in order to see out of the back. The car gathers speed as the undead runs at me and we collide with a massive bang. His huge frame comes to a sudden stop against the momentum of the vehicle, and then he is thrown backwards, as I slam the brakes on.
Fear, adrenalin and rage are within me, and I am out of the car with my axe held in both hands. He is already sitting up, trying to stand. He struggles to get to his feet and then falls back down; his right leg buckles underneath him.
His knee joint must be smashed .
I step forward, before he can get back up, and swing the axe at his head, cleaving his skull, driving down inches into his brain and splitting his cranium open. Grey matter spills out.
I pull the axe back and he slumps over to the side, I raise the axe above my head and drive the blade into his neck, severing the spinal column. The axe drives through the flesh, and his head comes away. I kick it hard, and it shoots off a few feet. I feel sudden pain in my toes from kicking the heavy head.
‘Cunt! You fucking cunt! That fucking hurt.’
I’m hopping on one foot, spinning round.
An undead male comes staggering at me from the left, and another one behind him. They are just a few paces away and I lift the axe up and step backwards. The
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