Thanks for the reviews people, even the bad ones, heres another chapter…hope you enjoy it……..
The three of them looked down at the straws, each looking nervously at each other, Larry nervously shifting his feet. Heather was by the window, the only one of them not with a chance of going, Andrew had insisted they wear thick coats so they didn't get bitten, as it appeared that was how it spread now. Heather was flashing the flashlight, a look of strain on her face as though she was trying to remember how to do something. She looked back at Andrew and appeared as dead as the crazies now, her eyes were swollen with tears, but she kept on with her job. Andrew wondered how she was handling all this, she looked in a bad way. He thought Rob was an ok guy, just trying to survive all this shit like he was, and he died because of one person decided to take things too far in protecting their own.
"Just so you know, dude" Conrad said," if I pull the short straw, I'll go, I wont hold back,"
"You better have a good plan," Larry said.
"I do," Andrew replied, hesitating to pull the first straw. He had mixed them up and didn't know himself which straw was shortest.
"They say anything back?" Larry asked Heather.
"Not really sure what they said," she replied," they have agreed to come with us, they said to give them ten minutes, to get ready I suppose, there are three of them, that's all I understood,"
"Time to decide," Andrew said.
"I'll go first," Conrad said," I want to get this over with,"
Conrad pulled the first straw from Andrew and looked up, they couldn't tell yet whether it was shorter or not. Andrew looked at Larry, who pulled the second straw, Conrad let out a sign of relief and grinned.
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"So this is how it all turns out?" Heather said, sitting at the top of the stairs looking down at the barricade of washing machines and fridges.
The crazies had broken through the door to the basement now and were trying the get through the barricade. The four of them watched as they struggled, but there were no spaces large enough the break through.
"Is this the only way?" Larry asked.
"The straws decided," Conrad said in an eerie voice, trying to be funny.
"Your not the one who has to outrun a horde of fucked up cannibals," Andrew said,
"so, this may be the last time we see each other guys,"
Larry held out his hand, Andrew took it and shook.
"You know what to do?" Andrew said," and where we have to meet up?"
"I'll be there," Larry said," you can count on me,"
"Thanks" Andrew said, turning to Heather as she appeared at his side," I guess it had to me, all my fucking bad luck,"
"Good luck," she said, hugging him," you'll be fine," she whispered.
Andrew looked at Conrad as she let go, and he nodded.
"Yeah," he said," don't expect a hug from me,"
"Ok," Andrew said," when you hear the signal, run for that truck, your lives will depend on it,"
Andrew went up into the apartment, the hammer in his hand, he was wrapped up in thick clothes. A scarf, coat, gloves and hat to prevent bites. He hoped this would work, if it didn't, they were all dead.
The others waited inside the building while he stepped onto the fire escape, looking across to the opposite fire escape he picked up the rope he had tied a hook to.
"This is it," he said to himself.
He tucked the hammer in his jacket and threw the rope, which caught on the metal on the other building. He pulled it hard and it held, He jumped and swung into the falling rain, towards a window on the building next to them. The glass broke as he hit it and he rolled, landing in someone's apartment. He got up and opened the door silently, peering into the hall, it was clear.
Cautiously he proceeded downstairs to the front entrance where he could see thousands of infected pressed against his apartment building. Looking around the street, it was more or less clear to his left, the way he would be going. In the distance, the burning helicopter was almost out, the rain dowsing the flames easily. He stood for a moment, wondering how this had all happened. The dead were walking, it sounded impossible, but it all fitted now that he thought about it. Once they were out of the cities, it would all be ok, they would find someplace safe and stay there, or maybe they could search some of the smaller towns outside the city, there wouldn't be many people out there. It occurred to him then, they had no plan after escaping the city, just to keep driving until they either found some more people, or died……
He opened the bag he was carrying and took out the radio, putting in a tape he turned the volume up loud, and got ready to press the on button.
"It's now or never," he muttered, getting the hammer in the other hand.
Throwing the door open, he sprinted outside with the radio on full volume.
One by one, the heads of the zombies turned towards him and he froze…………
"Come on then!" he shouted," I'm all yours fuckers!"
With that he turned and ran down the street.