Both men had never seen anything like it before.The organized readiness of an approaching army was completely different from this.Even more so, it was not the chaotic wave of a protest march.The undead were stumbling and collapsing, only to be overrun by the next uncaring zombie in line, making it more like a river that boiled and boiled with the tide.Side streets were filled with vast undead tributaries that somehow made their way into the main current without halting it in any way.Overall, they were still the stumbling, slow-moving wrecks they were accustomed to seeing, but the sheer number of them and the unstoppable force of their movement made them particularly horrifying to see."We are gone."Jake didn't intend to say the words.They were not representative of what he was thinking because, aside from the image of the incoming horde, his mind was completely blank.It seemed more like someone had taken control of his body and said those two words through it.It would appear that Ma
Without another word they changed direction and headed for the station. The front doors were unlocked, and so they burst through them, slamming them shut behind them.“The desks!” Richard said, indicating the nearest two work stations.Devin and Jake grabbed either side of one, while Daniel and Matthew did the same to the other, and they moved the desks in front of the doors. Richard was hunting for the keys before they even finished. Near the back door on the wall was a plaque covered in key rings. Richard frantically looked over the labels above each ring.“This must be it!” he called to the others. They hurried over as Richard pulled down three keys. He kept one and tossed the others to Daniel and Jake. “Probably gonna need to take three cars, since we don’t want anybody locked into the back.”“Hey, check this out!”They all turned to see Devin pulling open a door and reaching inside a room. He pulled out a shot gun, and held it up in the air triumphantly. “Weaponry,” he said, smil
Moving along his hands and knees, he was surprised to find the table a lot steadier than he had expected. Most likely this was the benefit of going in the middle, when there was someone holding each of the four corners. Even still, the gap between the buildings seemed like an endless one as he crawled inch by inch across the table top. He tried to not look anywhere but at the board beneath him, but no matter what he tried, out of the very corners of his eyes he could see the alleyway below. It was filled shoulder to shoulder with zombies. Their inhuman groans and the rancid stench of their decay filled the air around him, threatening to overwhelm him and knock him from his perch.Then suddenly the far roof came into view, and Jake leaped the remaining distance and crashed down gratefully onto the unyielding rooftop. He rolled a few feet and then came to a stop on his back. He wanted to just lie there forever, never moving again, but as Richard was already making his way down the table
There were explosions of light and pain, dismal but blinding flashes of color in what seemed like an eternity of blackness. Everything seemed to be spinning, even though it seemed as if there was nothing there to be spinning. It was sickening, and it made him want to vomit, but he could not be sure for even a split second that he actually had a stomach with contents to lose. Then suddenly the spinning stopped, the flashes stopped, everything stopped.It seemed like another lifetime came and went, and a dull ache began to settle inside his head and amhum one long, unbroken note without end. Slowly, he began to grow aware that he could open his eyes. This he managed, but not without great effort. Even once he had done it, all that could be seen was a blur, a shapeless void of colors and light that did not seem to make any sense. With a fortitude that would shame even Hercules, he managed to blink a few times, and in doing so cleared away some of the blurriness.When formless blobs final
After some time, Daniel asked, with a look of complete ignominy on his face, "You mean to tell us that you’re keeping us alive only so that you can put us in pens with other humans?"As slaves? As what?“Slaves?”The creature's eyebrows raised in surprise as it echoed.No way, God.Why on earth would we require your assistance?Once more, silence as this most recent revelation was taken in.What do you mean, we won't have to do anything but eat, screw, and be slaughtered for lunch?"Ah, yes.Except for the slaughter, of course.He paused and waved his hand in the air as he searched for the right word, "...fresh." "We like our meat..." he said.Despite Daniel's wide eyes, he did not appear to be afraid or even disgusted; rather, he appeared simply irate.He made a sudden lurch forward and strained and pulled at his bindings, but they refused to move even an inch, and all he got out of it was exhaustion.He was worn out and slumped back against the chair, his rage still visible on his features.
Ryan Lambert could feel his stomach churning as he watched the news unfold on the television screen.He convinced himself that he could feel it from his head to the tips of his toes, and it was an extremely unpleasant sensation.His StoLucash couldn't be the only thing churning.His entire body must have been shaking.Even though it appeared as though he was still, he was actually in a very rapid, very dangerous tailspin that threatened to spill his insides across the laboratory floor. It was as though the world was spinning in perfect time with his body.Normally, Daniel Shue, Ryan's boss and tall, bald, and irritable forty-something, would have been dissatisfied that there was any outside electronic in the room.He would have yelled at Ryan, "This is a research laboratory," "not a movie theater," or some other non-comparable comparison, in a weak, straining voice that sounded like it had been idle for too long.He would not, however, be enraged on this day.He was not going to be bothered a
That concludes it, Ryan thought, "He is a raving madman."Ryan straightened up and returned to the television table with a resigned sigh.Additionally, there was a pitiful first aid kit on the table that contained a thermometer, a packet of ibuprofen, a free trial tube of topical antibiotic, a cold pack, an elastic wrap, and some small adhesive bandages that were not suitable for more than the tiniest of cuts and scrapes.If Ryan had been merely an observer of the absurd situation rather than a participant, it might have been almost laughable.Even though this was a medical research lab with some of the most cutting-edge medical and scientific equipment in the known universe, all he had to use to try to help Daniel was this pathetic first aid kit.Ryan turned to look out the lab room's observation window after grabbing the thermometer.An emergency light flickered in a hallway leading to the next room, briefly illuminating what appeared to be an empty room.He might be able to access one of
He stopped abruptly, and as he looked out the window, his excitement dropped sharply.He was curious about the weather outside.In Texas, it was still late August, just before school started, so it was undoubtedly extremely hot.But was there any rain?Cloudy?Windy?If he still had access to the internet, he would look it up online.He knew in the back of his mind that he could just open the blinds and look out the window for a few seconds to get the basic idea, but doing so would let all that awful natural light into the apartment.The thought made him tremble.He could tell that it was daylight and probably not more than a little cloudy because there was already enough sunlight coming through.He decided that would suffice until he reached the outside.He could return to his vehicle after a short walk to his car, even in bad weather.He could always go back inside and wait for a while longer if that wasn't enough.He should be able to access the internet!He paused as a result of the entire cir