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
Gabriel decided that his first goal should be to try and get back to the police station. This was assuming, of course, that he would be able to find it. He had no real concept of the layout of the town, or even where in the town he was. Everything looked mostly the same in small towns; a bunch of antique stores and specialized shops, a bunch of crumbly old buildings, and plenty of random little shady spots where they had decided to leave some trees standing instead of putting up a building. As he peeked out of the relative protection of an alleyway to make sure the street up ahead was clear of zombies, he wondered to himself how people got by before being able to look up directions on the internet. He could hardly recall a time that he had ever driven anywhere without looking it up online first or being led by his phone.Sufficiently satisfied that the street was clear, he burst out of his hiding spot and crossed over to the next line of buildings, quickly ducking down an alleyway be
These were not the zombies he had seen before, the ones that had come en masse after the living. Those zombies had been dedicated, focused on a single goal. These zombies seemed more like what Gabriel expected to see: the typical movie zombie that just roamed around blindly with no specific direction in mind, barely managing a snail’s pace, and only scary because of their disturbingly vast numbers. As long as they stayed like this, he should be able to slip past them with relative ease. If they were to regain their earlier focus he could be in serious trouble.Whatever the case, he decided he would have a better chance of getting away and surviving almost anywhere than he would by getting trapped in the gas station. So with that thought in mind, he made a dash for the nearest alleyway. The gas station sat in the center of a large, empty area, and crossing that area left Gabriel very exposed. He tried not to think of this – or of how loud the echoing of his footsteps rang in his ears
Almost immediately the door stopped, and Gabriel nearly collapsed against it. His eyes wide with sudden terror, Gabriel pushed against the door again, and again it refused to yield. Through the slim crack he could just barely make out the shape of some object barred across the door, lying on the floor. It must have fallen at some point, unintentionally providing a lock for the door. Daring a quick glance over his shoulder, he noticed that several of the creatures had begun to make their way toward him. There was no more time to waste. With renewed determination, Gabriel shoved his whole body at the door, shoulder first. The door moved a little, but quickly swung back to almost closed. He charged it again and again, each time the door yielded a little more. The nearest zombie reached for him, almost touching his shoulder.“Screw off!” shouted Gabriel , swinging his bag full of water and catching the zombie straight in the face. It crashed into one of his buddies, and as the two fell