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
Zombies continued closing in on him as he pulled himself up. At the top of the fence, two bars ran parallel across the length of the fence. Once he had pulled himself up high enough, Gabriel jammed one foot into this gap, and then used that leverage to swing his other foot up and over the fence to hook it into another such gap from the other side of the fence.Right then, one of the zombies reached up and grabbed his foot that was still outside. Gabriel yelped and tried to jump, but both of his feet were stuck. He twisted and lost his balance, which nearly sent him tumbling back down into the mass of zombies. He kicked his foot around until he managed to free it from the bars in the gate. The zombie, however, proved to be significantly less cooperative. The creature held on tight to his shoe and refused to let go. Gabriel kept kicking, and between the zombie’s pulling and Gabriel ’s thrashing about, the shoe suddenly came right off and Gabriel ’s foot slipped free.The sudden lack
Someone, at some point, had clearly driven into the gates in an attempt to bust them open. Most likely they had been trying to get away from a group of zombies that even then were gathered around the empty vehicle, wandering aimlessly. Or that person could have been attempting to get away from the group that was currently following him. In fact, the two groups could have been one group at some point, but some had made it through the gates, while others had simply continued to mill about outside.Standing there, letting himself catch his breath he suddenly got an idea. The mausoleum, the one he had found the zombies at, was all the way across the graveyard from his current position. If he ran fast enough, the zombies would probably lose track of him. Then he could slip inside the crypt, close the door, and try and wait them out.The thought of spending the better part of the day inside of a crypt during a zombie apocalypse didn’t exactly fill him with enthusiasm, but as every other dir
Again she held the hammer up and this time Gabriel took it, though somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… sure?”“Yes,” she responded, matter-of-factly.Gabriel twirled the hammer in his hand, still uncertain. “I, I don’t know…”“Please, Gabriel . I don’t want to be one of those creatures. I just want it to end. I don’t think I have long. I can feel the disease eating away at me. My fever is growing. Just, please, stick around a little while and then… then end it.”Gabriel nodded. “’Kay…” he squeaked, barely able to get the word out.“Thank you,” Sara said, and rGabriel ef seemed to sweep over her. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him.Gabriel returned to his spot by the door and waited.After a time, he realized he had drifted off to sleep again. He seemed to be doing that every time he sat still for more than a few moments. These past few days had to have been the most exhausting of his entire life, and no doubt that was taking its toll on his body.He looked over to Sa
Despite his difficulty, he was able to break through the zombie mass and he burst out into the street. By now, sweat was pouring down his face and his heart was pounding away inside his chest. His breath was heavy and labored as his chest struggled against the weight of the bag’s strap. He grabbed a part of his shirt and tried to wipe the sweat out of his eyes, but it was of little use as the shirt itself was already soaking wet. Gabriel tossed away the mostly useless pool cue and pulled the bag off his shoulder. He reached inside for the next available item.He pulled forth a frying pan.Frowning, Gabriel almost simply tossed this item away as well, but taking a quick look around at the approaching hordes of zombies he decided he did not have the time or luxury of second guessing. Besides, he told himself as he hoisted the bag back up over his shoulder, he had also doubted the crowbar before finding it surprisingly useful.The frying pan quickly proved its worth. While the light, s
Here they had been relatively stopped in their progress. Between leaving the apartment complex and arriving in this town, they had run into relatively few zombies. Mostly they found themselves dealing with the occasional straggler, but never large groups like they had seen at the apartment complex. Not until they got to the town.At that point they were forced into a dilemma. They needed food and ammunition to keep going, and maybe a map if they could find one, and the town was their first chance for such a resupply that they had come across in a while. However, the high volume of zombies in the town had certainly made the prospect of going in seem more like suicide than salvation. After watching the town for only a little while, though, they noticed that the zombies seemed to be generally moving in one direction: north. So they decided that if they mostly kept behind the zombies, moving quickly and quietly, drawing as little attention to themselves as they could, then they might just
He did not have much success.Bright morning sunlight fell over the prone form, coaxing it back into the waking world. The figure, Gabriel , stirred and, with great resentment, opened his eyes.His entire body hurt. His head hurt, his throat hurt, his back hurt. His hands felt a little like they were on fire. He tried to wiggle his toes and immediately winced. Even his toes hurt. With immense effort he rolled over, and to his surprise found himself on the floor. He pushed himself up and glanced around. For a moment his heart seemed to stop. He did not recognize his surroundings in the slightest. He was in a small, square room. About halfway up all four of the walls they turned into windows that stretched to the ceiling. On one wall there was a door, and on the wall opposite there was a console with various monitors and switches and other controls. There were two chairs below the console.On the floor was a mattress – the one he must have slept on – and it was tied up in a thick rope.
Gabriel opened his mouth to protest, and then closed it again. Jay was right, that was how it had happened, basically. “Yes, but they…” he started, but realized it was pointless and stopped. He let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine,” he consented, “I’ll do it. I’ll wait for your prison sentence. Where’s Robert now?”Jay tapped on the wall next to them. “Inside. But he won’t be for long. If you’re gonna do something, do it quickly.”“Yes, mother,” Gabriel muttered. He turned and hurried off around the back of the building, and then broke into a slow run across the field. His body immediately began protesting the exertion and he dropped back to a quick walk. Once he reached the dormitory he hurried inside. The rGabriel ever himself and used the sinks to freshen up a bit, even though in his heart he felt that nothing short of full immersion could possibly hope to wash away the grime of the past few days. On his way out, almost as an afterthought, he grabbed his bag of supplies and weapons. H