The Undead World (Book 2): The Apocalypse Survivors by Peter Meredith Page B
Authors: Peter Meredith
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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back , Ipes ordered.
Running wasn't going to be a problem . Jillybean stretched out her skinny legs and bolted. Behind her the door closed, but not a moment later it thumped and then shuddered under the fists of the giant. This only spurred her on until she found the door to the outside; she leapt the plastic-backed chair and then she paused as a new wind struck her in the face. It was brisk and bewildering, having brought with it dark clouds.
How long was I in there ? she wondered. It couldn't have been long because there was the same man tied to the pole. At the sight of him she stopped, remembering she had been looking for glass before the monsters had come back. She bent over the trash strewn grounds once again; unfortunately the only glass she could find was from the school windows, which had shattered into thousands of little cube-like pieces that reminded her of diamonds.
Forget the glass , Ipes suggested. Look for scissors or a knife. But hurry, they'll figure out how to get out of the gym soon .
With her head wagging from side to side, Jillybean searched the playground, dashing from pile of refuse to pile of crap. At the bottom of a plastic blue cube that looked like the sort of crate that milk was delivered in she found a pair of scissors. They were safety scissors and were small enough to fit her hand.
"I've got some scissors," she told the man. She held them up for him to see as she ran to him and tried to smile encouragingly, hiding her doubt. In her experience safety scissors were too safe. Most of the time they could barely cut construction paper and now she was going to have to try to scissor through thick laces.
He started to shake his head, but after a quick glance at the school he changed his mind. "Ok...ok, give it a shot, but hurry. And if the stiffs come back, promise me you'll leave. You run away and don't look back." Sweat gleaned on his misshapen face and there was such a wild cast to his eyes that Jillybean couldn't find words to answer him, though she did nod in a small way before skirting around to his back. He spun on the pole and demanded, "Promise me that you'll leave."
"I promise," she said in a voice as small as she was. Satisfied, he turned and she began a vain struggle with the plastic handled scissors. Even if they had been sharp, which Jillybean doubted very much they had ever been, her hands were far too weak for the job and not one thread parted from the rest. She even tried sawing with the blunt metal. Back and forth her hands went in a blur until she slipped and fumbled the scissors.
"Stop," the man told her. He spun, shuffling his feet so that he had turned halfway. "It's not working. Just go. Get out of here, before..." A sadness swept him, stopping his words and now his head hung so that his brown eyes stared only at the cracked asphalt.
Take his advice, Jillybean , Ipes said with a sigh. There's just no getting him off that pole, not unless that giant comes out and lifts him off .
"I guess, but..." she started to say, however the image of the naked monster grabbing the man and pulling him off the pole and then eating him, stopped her. It was a horrible vision , nevertheless it spawned an idea. "What if we lift him off?" she mumbled to Ipes. "Or what if we get some stuff for him to stand on and he can, you know, climb off?"
Thinking she was speaking to him, the man asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Getting you off the pole," Jillybean replied, scanning the rubbish for something sturdy enough for the man to stand on. There were a couple of chairs that were too short, and a teacher's desk that was too big for her to lug over, and a number of weak plastic bins of the sort that Jillybean had as a kindergartener. They held pencils and crayons, and her shoes or her lunch, and it fit snuggly into her cubby—one of these could support her weight, but certainly not the man's, he was just too big.
The man took in the trash excited at first, but with fading hope as he turned
Running wasn't going to be a problem . Jillybean stretched out her skinny legs and bolted. Behind her the door closed, but not a moment later it thumped and then shuddered under the fists of the giant. This only spurred her on until she found the door to the outside; she leapt the plastic-backed chair and then she paused as a new wind struck her in the face. It was brisk and bewildering, having brought with it dark clouds.
How long was I in there ? she wondered. It couldn't have been long because there was the same man tied to the pole. At the sight of him she stopped, remembering she had been looking for glass before the monsters had come back. She bent over the trash strewn grounds once again; unfortunately the only glass she could find was from the school windows, which had shattered into thousands of little cube-like pieces that reminded her of diamonds.
Forget the glass , Ipes suggested. Look for scissors or a knife. But hurry, they'll figure out how to get out of the gym soon .
With her head wagging from side to side, Jillybean searched the playground, dashing from pile of refuse to pile of crap. At the bottom of a plastic blue cube that looked like the sort of crate that milk was delivered in she found a pair of scissors. They were safety scissors and were small enough to fit her hand.
"I've got some scissors," she told the man. She held them up for him to see as she ran to him and tried to smile encouragingly, hiding her doubt. In her experience safety scissors were too safe. Most of the time they could barely cut construction paper and now she was going to have to try to scissor through thick laces.
He started to shake his head, but after a quick glance at the school he changed his mind. "Ok...ok, give it a shot, but hurry. And if the stiffs come back, promise me you'll leave. You run away and don't look back." Sweat gleaned on his misshapen face and there was such a wild cast to his eyes that Jillybean couldn't find words to answer him, though she did nod in a small way before skirting around to his back. He spun on the pole and demanded, "Promise me that you'll leave."
"I promise," she said in a voice as small as she was. Satisfied, he turned and she began a vain struggle with the plastic handled scissors. Even if they had been sharp, which Jillybean doubted very much they had ever been, her hands were far too weak for the job and not one thread parted from the rest. She even tried sawing with the blunt metal. Back and forth her hands went in a blur until she slipped and fumbled the scissors.
"Stop," the man told her. He spun, shuffling his feet so that he had turned halfway. "It's not working. Just go. Get out of here, before..." A sadness swept him, stopping his words and now his head hung so that his brown eyes stared only at the cracked asphalt.
Take his advice, Jillybean , Ipes said with a sigh. There's just no getting him off that pole, not unless that giant comes out and lifts him off .
"I guess, but..." she started to say, however the image of the naked monster grabbing the man and pulling him off the pole and then eating him, stopped her. It was a horrible vision , nevertheless it spawned an idea. "What if we lift him off?" she mumbled to Ipes. "Or what if we get some stuff for him to stand on and he can, you know, climb off?"
Thinking she was speaking to him, the man asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Getting you off the pole," Jillybean replied, scanning the rubbish for something sturdy enough for the man to stand on. There were a couple of chairs that were too short, and a teacher's desk that was too big for her to lug over, and a number of weak plastic bins of the sort that Jillybean had as a kindergartener. They held pencils and crayons, and her shoes or her lunch, and it fit snuggly into her cubby—one of these could support her weight, but certainly not the man's, he was just too big.
The man took in the trash excited at first, but with fading hope as he turned
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