“Well he’s just a big muscular jerk, anyway. He’s got power going to his head. He’s used to having his pick of things, of getting whatever he wants whenever he wants. And if you keep going back to him, he’s going to keep being that way. You shouldn’t let him get away with that. He doesn’t deserve you. There’s people on this site that actually care how you feel.”She swung from side to side a little on one foot, her head lowered. She turned her head in his direction and looked up at him, and for a moment Gabriel could have sworn those blue eyes went on forever. It felt like his heart stopped in his chest, like the entire world froze around them and all that remained was the endless depths of those glacial blue eyes locked upon him. Her voice, when it came out, was not so much spoken as it was purred, like the distant rumbling of thunder, or an earthquake that threatened to shake his very foundations. “People… like you?” she suggested. She moved closer to him, not so much stepping as g
Gabriel glanced around before responding, and his eyes fell on Jake, who was watching them from some distance away. He held his cheek where she had punched him, wincing as his fingers fell across the bruise, and thought about her words from the night before. Suddenly he felt drained and tired. Taking a deep breath, he turned and looked back at Robert . “I’ll go. Just let me grab my gear.” A growl rose up from his stomach, as if it was arguing with his sudden determination. “And maybe some food,” he added.Robert raised his arm, revealing that he had actually been holding Gabriel ’s backpack, complete with two bats, the entire time. Gabriel blinked, surprised, and slowly accepted the bag. “Lisa said you might need it,” Robert explained with surprisingly little judgment or curiosity in his tone, “And I had a feeling you’d agree to go. There’s some food in it, but you can grab some more from the kitchen if you want.”Gabriel considered for a moment, and then slung the bag over his sho
Matthew nodded solemnly and they hurried around the corner, weapons drawn and held low but ready. The door was set flush with the wall. It was a large metal door with some very heavy duty looking locks on it. “I think we’ll have more luck with the front windows,” Matthew commented. Gabriel frowned as he considered this. He spun around one of his bats and shoved it back into his backpack, then rounded to the far side of the door. He reached out a hand and wrapped it around the door handle. He glanced at Matthew, who had a confused look on his face for a moment. A light came on behind the other man’s eyes and he nodded, mostly to himself. He took a few steps back and raised his gun at the door, ready to fire. The two men exchanged a curt nod and then Gabriel pulled on the door.As he had hoped, it was unlocked, and given easily. It swung wide, exposing an inky black interior. The two companions each held their breath and waited, but no signs of movement came. Gabriel came around the
Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the tempest let up. They shot away from the zombies into a clear, open street. Daniel cheered with dGabriel , but his voice quickly caught in his throat.The zombies had apparently been intelligent enough to figure out what they were doing, and were now pouring out of the perpendicular streets from the direction they had been going only moments before.“What the hell?” Devin shouted, slamming his fist into the dashboard.They had come to a dead stop, but Robert spun the steering wheel to the right and began to head for the still mostly empty side of the street.“Wait!” shouted Gabriel , unbuckling himself and leaping into the front part of the vehicle. He pointed off at a nearby alleyway. “There!” he explained.“We’ll never fit in there!” Robert growled through grit teeth.“We don’t have to,” Gabriel said. “Just pull up along the wall until we can get out through the side door. The SUV will act as a barrier between us and them, and we can book
“Yeah, and we can go upstairs and wait them out or we can sit down here and wait them out. Which do you really think stands a better chance?”Gabriel ground his teeth but said nothing. He had a bad feGabriel ng forming in the pit of his stomach and could not shake the thought that this was a really bad idea. But Devin was right, and he had no better alternatives, so he followed the others up the stairs. On the second floor they moved a few more desks in front of the landing. Undoubtedly it would not stop the creatures for very long, but it might stop them just long enough. With that done they began to search the rooms for another means of escape.“Here!” came the sound of Robert ’s voice, and everyone came running. Robert was in the largest of the upstairs rooms. It was full of various desks and equipment and was probably meant to be used for meetings. Robert was standing by one of the windows, and when the others entered he motioned them over. “Here,” he said again, and then pointed
The minutes dragged on into hours, and ever so slowly the day dragged on into the evening. As the sky began to turn watercolor shades of purple, pink, and red, a cool, or at least relatively cool, wind began to blow, which proved revitalizing to the exhausted group.Robert , Gabriel , and Daniel edged over to the side of the roof and peered down at the massed creatures below. Having lost the scent of their prey, the zombies seemed much less focused. They had begun to simply wander about, their tight mass having broken apart to a more random dotting of the pavement. There were still quite a few of them, but as they were no longer single minded in their intent on swarming the humans it looked a lot more plausible that they could, at the least, make it to the cars and get out of town.“What’s the verdict? Do we make a break for it?” Devin asked when the three had returned.“I think so,” Robert said, nodding his head slowly. “It’s still going to be dangerous, but I think this is going to
“What the hell is going on?” Devin demanded.“Please, there’s no reason to be alarmed,” said the intelligent zombie.At the sound of his voice, Daniel jerked so hard in surprise that he, too, nearly toppled over. “What the hell!” he shouted, more of a statement than a question.“You can talk?” Matthew said, his voice almost quivering in horror.The creature seemed to find this amusing, and its chuckle was so human that it was disturbing. “Well, of course I can talk.”With a sudden bolt of terror ripping through him, Gabriel realized there was another zombie standing right next to him. He reeled back as far as he could, though tied to the chair as he was, this proved not to be far at all, and let out a short yelp.This second zombie was dressed in a waiter’s outfit that appeared to be in strangely immaculate condition. The long sleeved white shirt looked pressed and freshly cleaned. The bowtie tied tight and straight. The black vest and slacks looked pristine. The zombie did not seem
“The food was for us,” Gabriel explained. “He wanted to fatten us up, like cows to the slaughter.”Jake’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a scary amount of intelligence for a zombie. Are you sure that was his goal?”“He told us himself,” Robert confirmed. Gabriel nodded, a sour expression on his face.“This is fascinating and all,” Aliyah interjected, “but maybe we should gather up the food and get out of here. Like, pronto. There’s more of those things outside looking for a meal.”“Should we take the food?” Gabriel asked, uneasily poking at a grape as if he expected it to explode upon touch. “We have no idea what they put in it.”“Aw, come on,” Jay whined, “we can’t not take all this food. I mean, look at it! When’s the last time anyone’s had a freakin’ roast ham or cooked turkey?”“Actually, I think it's roast turkey and cooked ham,” said Gabriel .“Does it matter?” Jay shot back.Gabriel was about to argue when a thought struck him. He began to look from side to side, and then spun arou
At the end of the line Gabriel found another big building, which he knew the moment he stepped inside had to be a barracks. It was like a much larger version of the living quarters at the compound they had found in Texas. Just four long lines of beds stretching across the length of the room, with no care shown for privacy or individuality. All part of the process of breaking the spirit.“Newbie.”Gabriel turned toward the sound of the voice, to see someone, a prisoner, not a guard, judging from his clothes, staring at him. The stranger pointed toward the far wall and said, “You’ll want to see the manager. Hurry up.”Following with his eyes to where the man was pointing, Gabriel could see a window set into the wall, and realized there was probably some kind of office over there. He nodded a quick thanks to the man, only to discover he had already walked away, and then headed down the lines of beds toward the office.The door to the small room was open, and inside he found a woman se
“Uh… no,” replied Gabriel , noting strong hints of what seemed like a British accent in the creatures voice. “It’s an old term for a creature that slowly spreads through a village like a plague.”“Ah, such as the Vourdalak.”Gabriel blinked in surprise at this comment, stunned into silence.“Yes, well,” the creature continued, “it has long been the modus operandi of your kind to blame others for your own wrong doings. Judging from the state of things, I would say you plagued yourselves plenty well enough on your own without any help from me or mine. No doubt you still think yourself clever for the snide comment, however.”Gabriel had felt clever for the remark, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit that now.The vampire placed his cane on the ground and leaned on it with both hands, bending down to stare at Gabriel from a smaller distance.“Where are your others?” he asked.Gabriel ’s eyes widened, but he just shook his head. “What others?”“Don’t lie to me. We returned to the
“Turn out all your pockets, then,” said the big man. Gabriel did as he was told, or at least as well as he could seeing as most of the pockets in his cargo pants weren’t really designed for being turned out.When the others were satisfied he wasn’t carrying anything, the man tipped his head up to indicate Gabriel should move through the turnstile.Once through, the first figure motioned for him to stand on a line taped to the floor. She was holding one of the devices from the table in her right hand, a weird thing that looked a little like an electric razor only with a sharp point at the end instead of round blades. Once he was in place she said, “Roll up your sleeve and place your left arm on the table.”“What?” he asked stupidly. “Left sleeve. Arm. Table,” she answered, pointing at each thing in turn as she said it.Gabriel stared at the device in her hands but otherwise did not move. “What are you going to do with that?” he asked.Hands grabbed him from behind, pulling at his
“Hey, what’s the big idea?” Gabriel asked, annoyed. He blinked rapidly, clearing away more of the blurriness, until he could see that this wasn’t Joe and the others. He was surrounded by zombies. Gabriel let out a yelp and fell backwards, only to be shoved again from that side. This time the shove balanced him onto his feet, and he turned around to find that there were more zombies back in that direction, cutting off his path to the inside of the hospital. He turned toward the parking lot, only to see zombies had moved into position there, as well. He continued circling and found that he was surrounded on all sides by the undead. They had trapped him in, with nowhere to run. He felt like crying. He felt like panicking. But neither would help him then. So he closed his eyes, tucked his chin into his shoulder, and waited for the end. But nothing happened. Gabriel could hear some shuffling of feet, some of the eerie, inhuman moans that seemed to be an involuntary sound that the
Gabriel was fairly confident he couldn’t be seen from his position, since the doctor hadn’t noticed him yet. But undoubtedly the doctor was finally taking note of the rearranged equipment in the room. The beds moved out of place, the random cart just visible over the top of the halfway wall. At first glance it all might have looked normal enough, but the closer scrutiny he gave it as he stood there talking was enough to finally make him realize the difference. Bennet stopped talking and began walking, straight down the hallway toward the room. He moved cautiously, as though expecting at any moment to step on a landmine, but he continued on regardless. He reached the door, opening it with the same level of caution, peering around one last time before finally stepping into the room. After a moment he stumbled, one leg catching on a strip of cloth that tore away. A shelf of equipment came crashing down, slamming the door shut and barring across it as various items smashed against the
Horror movies told him that he should be looking at somebody horribly deformed, or wearing the skin of another person, or with a head full of small, scary spikes. Something. This guy could have been his doctor in the days before and Gabriel would’ve thought nothing of it. This man could’ve walked up to the gates of Joe’s little bunker community and they would’ve let him in and never thought twice about it. It was terrifying to contemplate. “Hello?” the man called, and just the sound of that simple word, muted and muffled as it was coming through the wall, turned Gabriel ’s blood to ice.The stranger started to turn away from the room, but then something made him stop and turn back.“Are you there?” the man continued calling out as he surveyed the room through the window with what looked like, at least in Gabriel ’s opinion, a sadistic grin. “That wasn’t what it looked like. I was trying to help that man.”Yeah, real convincing, thought Gabriel , but he remained silent as he crawled
He considered his options, favoring the one that said he could just wait there for the others to show up. But he didn’t know how long that would be and there was some good he could do inside the building while there.So taking a deep, steadying breath he pushed his way through the nearest doorway and headed deeper into the hospital.The hallways were dark, which was expected, but that expectation didn’t stop them from being especially eerie. Somehow, here and there, some emergency lights still clung desperately to life, flickering on and off at random times, throwing long, twisted shadows where they could span across the walls and floors, and leap out from around corners. The daylight provided sufficient illumination to counteract the lack of interior lighting, but as all the windows on the ground floor seemed to be either heavily tinted or located where the light bounced first off of walls before entering the rooms, the bluish glow it created only added to the ominous mood of the hos
“Gabriel !”Sturdy hands wrapped around his upper arms and shook him. He turned his head and his clearing vision made out the image of Joe standing in front of him. “Gabriel , get it together. We have to go. Now!”Gabriel nodded his head and tried to take a deep breath, and then found himself taking several quick gasping breaths. Was he panicking? He didn’t have time to panic.With as much certainty as he could manage he nodded his head. “Right,” he agreed, “let’s go.”They each turned and ran off in separate directions.This had all been worked out in advance, each person memorizing a map of the town, studying it, learning each street and alleyway. They’d all settled on a divided running path before they ever stepped foot outside of the base. So Gabriel knew where to go.Or he thought he did.Though he hadn’t been willing to admit it with the others, he had never been particularly good with maps, not great at visualizing the 2D images with 3D spaces. So it wasn’t that surprising w
“I’m telling you, you go to that place, the only thing you have to look forward to is death. You’re better off here. Just keep your heads down, hide out, and maybe they’ll never come for you. That’s the best thing to hope for.”There was a long silence marked only by the sound of some uncomfortable shuffling. Claire stepped forward so she could get a better look at him. “But… Gabriel … you went into the caves. You tried to make a difference.”“I was wrong, okay?”Gabriel shouted the words so loud that Claire took a step back.“I was wrong. I was an idiot and I was wrong and people suffered because I was wrong. I suffered because I was wrong. The world is worse off now than it was before, all because I had to go play hero. Well there are no heroes. There’s only the living and the dead and you’re either one or the other. You can stay here and stay alive or you can go out there and join the ranks of the dead. Those are your options. I don’t care which you choose, but if you choose deat