2:00 AM
Harrison took one step towards the closest house to the site of the accident. It was a shaky, small, and energy depriving step, but it was one nonetheless. Then he took another and another after that.
(Feets don't fail me now.)
He could hear roaring from behind him. The zombies were coming. Good God they were! He didn't even need to look back to know that. He did look back though.
There was a crowd of at least thirteen or fourteen of those zombies rushing at him… and her. He surprisingly enough had forgotten that he was holding the woman in his arms despite the fact that he had only picked her up a minute or two ago.
He sped up his steps and took longer strides. The zombies were still gaining on him though. Who the fuck wouldn't expect running zombies to catch up with a resplendently slow human being?
He knew he wouldn't make it to the house in time, and he didn't want to go down without a fight. For that reason he bent his knees and roughly laid the woman on the damp grass and turned to face the growing number of zombies rushing at him.
"Come on you fuckers!" he shouted after taking a sumo-wrestling stance. Spittle flew from his lips and some dripped down his chin. He paid no attention to the saliva, only the zombies. "Come on then!"
The zombies were halfway across the road when suddenly a speeding bus came crashing into the street and hit seven of them, spraying their rotting body parts and their blood everywhere. The others were blocked from view of him by the bus, which was going a good seventy or eight miles an hour, and they forgot about him. The rest of the zombies followed the bus that had killed their comrades, ignoring the fact that they were getting shot to death by a passenger at the back of the bus who possessed an M-16.
(Thank God.)
Harrison turned around to the woman again and strained himself to pick her up. Once he got to an upright position he started taking those pained steps forward again. When he reached the door he grabbed the door handle while balancing the woman in the crotch of his elbow and turned it. Miraculously the door was unlocked.
He pushed the door open slowly, marveling at his own good fortune. Inside there were two dead bodies and one zombie. At that point he was kicking himself for even thinking that he would be greeted by a different sight.
The zombie was standing in the arch that led into what looked like a kitchen. The arch was the only exit from the narrow, decorative entrance room other than the steep stair case that led into a hallway on the second floor of the house.
The two bodies were those of young children, one male and one female. They were wearing white pajamas that were now stained with their own blood. The zombie's slightly rotted face ever so slightly resembled the face of the dead boy which implied that the zombie was their father in life. The zombie-- which was wearing a torn red tee shirt and dirty, wrinkled blue jeans-- turned and saw Harrison standing there with the woman in his arms.
"Oh fuck," Harrison muttered under his breath as the zombie took one running step forward.
Luckily enough for Harrison and Jamie a middle-aged, attractive woman burst out of the kitchen with a magnum in her hand and blew the zombie's head apart with one shot. Apparently the brunette was trained with a weapon. Hopefully she had more weapons for them.
Then the woman stepped up to what was probably her husband's or boyfriend's dead body and emptied the revolving clip into it, sobbing all the way. Even after the gun was empty she kept firing, ignoring the fact that it was giving off a mechanical click instead of a boom that ended with a hole in whatever the muzzle was pointed at.
"YOU FUCKER! YOU FUCKER! YOU FUCKER!" she was chanting through the tears.
"Whoa lady!" Harrison screamed and the woman jerked around to face him and aimed the gun at him. "Calm down! Just breathe for a moment!"
The woman's eyes were wide with fear. She appeared unable to realize that he meant no harm. Then the woman tilted her head slightly and looked behind Harrison. She screamed.
"SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR YOU COCK!" she shouted at him.
Harrison bustled in as quickly as possible and dropped Jamie on the floor without bending over. He hoped that wouldn't have any long term effects on her.
Then he turned and slammed the door. He had only caught a glimpse of the renewed crowd of zombies coming for them, but a glimpse was enough.
The door wouldn't hold them out for more than thirty seconds… if even that.
"We have to get out of here!" he hollered at the woman with the gun.
She looked at him shaking for a moment and then snapped back to reality. He noticed that her eyes were avoiding the dead bodies completely. She was even closing them when she got them a little at the edges of her vision. "I - I have a c - c - car in the garage. It goes f - fa - faster than mo - ost."
"Let's go then!"
He gathered Jamie up quickly and started hurrying after the woman with the gun. The first zombie started banging on the door. Its fist went through it on the second bang. Windows were smashing open in other areas of the house. The zombies were in.
Harrison followed the woman with the gun into the garage through a door in the kitchen and cringed at the car. It was an old, beat up Ford pickup truck that looked about to fall apart at any moment. The woman with the gun was behind the steering wheel already and struggling with the engine.
Harrison got into the passenger seat with Jamie laying across his lap and slammed the door behind him.
"GODDAMN YOU!" the woman with the gun shouted at the car as she turned the key again and failed to start the engine again.
A zombie smashed the door that separated the kitchen from the garage in and rushed at the car. The car's engine blazed alive and the woman slammed on the gas pedal.
(Put the pedal to the metal.)
The garage door had already been opened for some reason. The woman driving the car, Olivia, knew it was because she had tried to escape already with her husband and children. Only one of the zombies had managed to get Jack, her husband, before the engine had turned on. Olivia had collected the children and herded them into the entrance room. They had gone upstairs only to be chased down by Jack's zombie form. The kids had been killed in the entrance room and she had gone into the kitchen and grabbed her magnum from the topmost cupboard that was far from the children's reach. The magnum had been bought for protection back when there had been a string of murders in the city. They had never needed to use it until now. Olivia wondered where the zombie that had murdered Jack had gone. Then again: who gives a shit?
Olivia now sped the car out into the street, plowing down a zombie or two on the way. Thank God the zombies were rotted, otherwise their more solid form would've demolished her vehicle.
She drove as fast as the shitty assed car would take them-- 60 miles and hour-- and made it out of the city in thirty minutes. It was then 2:48.
It was then that Jamie awoke.
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"AHHH!" Jamie screamed after her eyes flickered open and she remembered what had happened.
"Relax!" Harrison ordered. This strange man that she was sitting on quite comfortably dared to order her to relax? "Fucking relax!"
"What's going on!? What's going on!?" Jamie demanded to know.
She then recognized that she was in a vehicle, and it was slowing down considerably. She looked over at the driver.
"We're getting the fuck out of Dodge is what's going on!" the driver replied. She looked sad, grieving over some loss of hers that Jamie honestly couldn't give a shit about. There were fresh tear stains on the woman's face. That didn't inspire any sympathy from Jamie. "No shut up and let me concentrate on keeping our asses alive!"
The driver's voice cracked on the last word. She then looked as though she was replaying something in her mind.
Jamie kept her mouth shut for the next five minutes and then the clock turned to 2:54.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"We're on an interstate highway," Harrison informed her. "We left Jamestown twenty minutes ago. Now we're heading to wherever the fuck we can."
"How long was I out?" she asked. Harrison looked down at her.
The truck inside was dirty. Mud foot prints had been stained into the rug on the floor of the truck. The seat looked like half of a couch and it indeed was. The steering wheel had been snapped in a couple of places but was still good for driving with. Jamie was surprised the thing was allowed on the street by law, or if it was.
"About forty or fifty minutes…" Harrison then wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. "What's your name?"
"Jamie," she replied. "You?"
"Harrison."
"I'm Olivia," Olivia chimed in in a hitching voice. She was crying. "I'm sorry. That was my family back at that house."
The car was gaining speed again. Jamie lifted her head and spotted wrecked and flaming cars dotting the area. Zombies were running about after the remaining survivors.
How could this have all happened so fucking quickly?
It wasn't what was happening that scared Jamie; it was how quickly it was all happening. About three hours had gone by and nearly everyone was dead or deadish.
She looked at the digital clock on the car's radio.
It turned to 3:00AM.
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Hey, Morbidman here. Sorry for the long waiting time between updates. I hope you liked this. Review it!
Jamestown is a city near where I live in New York State. I DON'T live in New York City. There's a difference between the city and state. Not everything in New York is a big city.
How'd you like this?
"You walk on both legs homo-erectus. Wait, did I say 'homo'? I DIDN'T MEAN THAT!" - Kenny "Half Baked" (a movie starring Dave Chappelle)
Harrison took one step towards the closest house to the site of the accident. It was a shaky, small, and energy depriving step, but it was one nonetheless. Then he took another and another after that.
(Feets don't fail me now.)
He could hear roaring from behind him. The zombies were coming. Good God they were! He didn't even need to look back to know that. He did look back though.
There was a crowd of at least thirteen or fourteen of those zombies rushing at him… and her. He surprisingly enough had forgotten that he was holding the woman in his arms despite the fact that he had only picked her up a minute or two ago.
He sped up his steps and took longer strides. The zombies were still gaining on him though. Who the fuck wouldn't expect running zombies to catch up with a resplendently slow human being?
He knew he wouldn't make it to the house in time, and he didn't want to go down without a fight. For that reason he bent his knees and roughly laid the woman on the damp grass and turned to face the growing number of zombies rushing at him.
"Come on you fuckers!" he shouted after taking a sumo-wrestling stance. Spittle flew from his lips and some dripped down his chin. He paid no attention to the saliva, only the zombies. "Come on then!"
The zombies were halfway across the road when suddenly a speeding bus came crashing into the street and hit seven of them, spraying their rotting body parts and their blood everywhere. The others were blocked from view of him by the bus, which was going a good seventy or eight miles an hour, and they forgot about him. The rest of the zombies followed the bus that had killed their comrades, ignoring the fact that they were getting shot to death by a passenger at the back of the bus who possessed an M-16.
(Thank God.)
Harrison turned around to the woman again and strained himself to pick her up. Once he got to an upright position he started taking those pained steps forward again. When he reached the door he grabbed the door handle while balancing the woman in the crotch of his elbow and turned it. Miraculously the door was unlocked.
He pushed the door open slowly, marveling at his own good fortune. Inside there were two dead bodies and one zombie. At that point he was kicking himself for even thinking that he would be greeted by a different sight.
The zombie was standing in the arch that led into what looked like a kitchen. The arch was the only exit from the narrow, decorative entrance room other than the steep stair case that led into a hallway on the second floor of the house.
The two bodies were those of young children, one male and one female. They were wearing white pajamas that were now stained with their own blood. The zombie's slightly rotted face ever so slightly resembled the face of the dead boy which implied that the zombie was their father in life. The zombie-- which was wearing a torn red tee shirt and dirty, wrinkled blue jeans-- turned and saw Harrison standing there with the woman in his arms.
"Oh fuck," Harrison muttered under his breath as the zombie took one running step forward.
Luckily enough for Harrison and Jamie a middle-aged, attractive woman burst out of the kitchen with a magnum in her hand and blew the zombie's head apart with one shot. Apparently the brunette was trained with a weapon. Hopefully she had more weapons for them.
Then the woman stepped up to what was probably her husband's or boyfriend's dead body and emptied the revolving clip into it, sobbing all the way. Even after the gun was empty she kept firing, ignoring the fact that it was giving off a mechanical click instead of a boom that ended with a hole in whatever the muzzle was pointed at.
"YOU FUCKER! YOU FUCKER! YOU FUCKER!" she was chanting through the tears.
"Whoa lady!" Harrison screamed and the woman jerked around to face him and aimed the gun at him. "Calm down! Just breathe for a moment!"
The woman's eyes were wide with fear. She appeared unable to realize that he meant no harm. Then the woman tilted her head slightly and looked behind Harrison. She screamed.
"SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR YOU COCK!" she shouted at him.
Harrison bustled in as quickly as possible and dropped Jamie on the floor without bending over. He hoped that wouldn't have any long term effects on her.
Then he turned and slammed the door. He had only caught a glimpse of the renewed crowd of zombies coming for them, but a glimpse was enough.
The door wouldn't hold them out for more than thirty seconds… if even that.
"We have to get out of here!" he hollered at the woman with the gun.
She looked at him shaking for a moment and then snapped back to reality. He noticed that her eyes were avoiding the dead bodies completely. She was even closing them when she got them a little at the edges of her vision. "I - I have a c - c - car in the garage. It goes f - fa - faster than mo - ost."
"Let's go then!"
He gathered Jamie up quickly and started hurrying after the woman with the gun. The first zombie started banging on the door. Its fist went through it on the second bang. Windows were smashing open in other areas of the house. The zombies were in.
Harrison followed the woman with the gun into the garage through a door in the kitchen and cringed at the car. It was an old, beat up Ford pickup truck that looked about to fall apart at any moment. The woman with the gun was behind the steering wheel already and struggling with the engine.
Harrison got into the passenger seat with Jamie laying across his lap and slammed the door behind him.
"GODDAMN YOU!" the woman with the gun shouted at the car as she turned the key again and failed to start the engine again.
A zombie smashed the door that separated the kitchen from the garage in and rushed at the car. The car's engine blazed alive and the woman slammed on the gas pedal.
(Put the pedal to the metal.)
The garage door had already been opened for some reason. The woman driving the car, Olivia, knew it was because she had tried to escape already with her husband and children. Only one of the zombies had managed to get Jack, her husband, before the engine had turned on. Olivia had collected the children and herded them into the entrance room. They had gone upstairs only to be chased down by Jack's zombie form. The kids had been killed in the entrance room and she had gone into the kitchen and grabbed her magnum from the topmost cupboard that was far from the children's reach. The magnum had been bought for protection back when there had been a string of murders in the city. They had never needed to use it until now. Olivia wondered where the zombie that had murdered Jack had gone. Then again: who gives a shit?
Olivia now sped the car out into the street, plowing down a zombie or two on the way. Thank God the zombies were rotted, otherwise their more solid form would've demolished her vehicle.
She drove as fast as the shitty assed car would take them-- 60 miles and hour-- and made it out of the city in thirty minutes. It was then 2:48.
It was then that Jamie awoke.
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"AHHH!" Jamie screamed after her eyes flickered open and she remembered what had happened.
"Relax!" Harrison ordered. This strange man that she was sitting on quite comfortably dared to order her to relax? "Fucking relax!"
"What's going on!? What's going on!?" Jamie demanded to know.
She then recognized that she was in a vehicle, and it was slowing down considerably. She looked over at the driver.
"We're getting the fuck out of Dodge is what's going on!" the driver replied. She looked sad, grieving over some loss of hers that Jamie honestly couldn't give a shit about. There were fresh tear stains on the woman's face. That didn't inspire any sympathy from Jamie. "No shut up and let me concentrate on keeping our asses alive!"
The driver's voice cracked on the last word. She then looked as though she was replaying something in her mind.
Jamie kept her mouth shut for the next five minutes and then the clock turned to 2:54.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"We're on an interstate highway," Harrison informed her. "We left Jamestown twenty minutes ago. Now we're heading to wherever the fuck we can."
"How long was I out?" she asked. Harrison looked down at her.
The truck inside was dirty. Mud foot prints had been stained into the rug on the floor of the truck. The seat looked like half of a couch and it indeed was. The steering wheel had been snapped in a couple of places but was still good for driving with. Jamie was surprised the thing was allowed on the street by law, or if it was.
"About forty or fifty minutes…" Harrison then wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. "What's your name?"
"Jamie," she replied. "You?"
"Harrison."
"I'm Olivia," Olivia chimed in in a hitching voice. She was crying. "I'm sorry. That was my family back at that house."
The car was gaining speed again. Jamie lifted her head and spotted wrecked and flaming cars dotting the area. Zombies were running about after the remaining survivors.
How could this have all happened so fucking quickly?
It wasn't what was happening that scared Jamie; it was how quickly it was all happening. About three hours had gone by and nearly everyone was dead or deadish.
She looked at the digital clock on the car's radio.
It turned to 3:00AM.
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Hey, Morbidman here. Sorry for the long waiting time between updates. I hope you liked this. Review it!
Jamestown is a city near where I live in New York State. I DON'T live in New York City. There's a difference between the city and state. Not everything in New York is a big city.
How'd you like this?
"You walk on both legs homo-erectus. Wait, did I say 'homo'? I DIDN'T MEAN THAT!" - Kenny "Half Baked" (a movie starring Dave Chappelle)