Locks and Bolts
Chapter 2-Time to go
Ken went over to the window, and stared upon the slowly moving figures below. They covered the city now. They roamed in the alleyways, the Hotels, the Hospitals, the Parks, the Museums, and the Morgues (Unsurprisingly). Even The Police Station was eventually overrun. Kenneth saw that place getting fall hours ago.
'What is there left to do now? There isn't any escape until the Cavalry arrive, and the chances of that happening anytime soon are pretty low.'
He recalled that Police and SWAT had set up a barricade awhile ago and put up one hell of a stand. Of course, though, they fell to the horde of the monsters. The walking corpses, the flayed ones, the big insects.
'Why don't you go out and say it? You know what these things are! It was obvious when you saw them gnawing on your neighbours leg! They're..."
"Zombies."
'Yup, that's what they are. The Living Dead, the Undead, Mutants, Walking Corpses, what ever the hell you wanna call them, they're already dead and they feast on the living just like in the films. And they come in large numbers. Just like in the films.'
Kenneth closed his curtains and returned to the chair in front of the TV. Nothing good was on. Nothing was on at all. The growling static was all that remained of that wonder that mankind called Television. The aerial was probably down.
'Damn TV killing undead sons of-'
His thought was ended abruptly by a thud against the door. They were coming for him. Kenneth hand lowered by his belt, fingering his gun.
'They're coming to get you, Barbara.'
Night of the Living Dead played through his mind as he raised his handgun.
'Remember to get 'em in the head.'
Another bang thumped against the door followed by a raspy moan. Maybe the door would hold. Maybe-that is if there weren't too many of them. Then the door would hold.
'And what if they do get in? And what if more flood in? How do you get out then? You could have gotten out long ago, when you were on the Ground Floor, but no. You returned to your apartment! Why? You know why, because you can't think of any where else safe. Even the Police Department was lost. Where would you go if you lost your Room as well?'
Kenneth paused to think for a moment.
'Anywhere. Anywhere there's none of those things.'
Yet another thump as another fist banged against the door. The began to crack.
'NO!'
Ken ran to try and prop up the table. The banging continued as thump after thump smashed at the door. The table could bear little more. One last hammering blow smashed against the door before it gave way. The table fell to the ground in splintered pieces, the door falling behind it as a pile onto the floor. Kenneth stood gawping at the undead horrors as they slowly stumbled into the room. The first to enter revealed a broken jaw, swinging lightly on a torn, hanging tendon. The pistol raised, Kenneth took aim, and pressed upon the trigger.
BOOM!
The handgun blew a gnarly hole in the zombie's neck, blood oozing from the wound shortly after.
BOOM!
The second shot tore through the creature's forehead, blemishing the falling carcass in crimson fluids.
Two more of the monsters bumbled through the blood stained doorway. The adrenaline filled Ken's veins. He raised the gun at the two new entrants. He grinned, with a tint of madness within his lips.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The walls became blitzed with the brains of freshly re-dead.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! -Click–
'No! NO GOD! NO!'
The zombies went undaunted in their siege on the room, grasping for the flesh which Kenneth wore on his body. He picked up his axe. With a surge of rage and desperation, he charged, head first, into the approaching crowd, knocking several aside. He stumbled down the hall, the undead monstrosities in pursuit. He darted his view around the corridor, looking for some means of escape. The fire escape! Kenneth threw himself at the old iron fire escape, nearly toppling over the railings as he ran.
'Up or down? Hurry up! Up leads to the roof. Not much there. Down leads to the streets, a possible escape but...but it leads to more of those things. Well, at least there's a possible escape.'
He ran down the metallic steps of the fire escape, ever worried that the rickety old thing would collapse on him. The mob behind him continued to follow him. Pushing and shoving down the stairs after him, a few falling off the fire escape and landing contorted two floors down. Kenneth set his foot against the asphalt and picked up speed. He knew they'd be everywhere here. All he had to do was find a way out.
'Find a car, hotwire it up if there's no key and get the hell outta Dodge!'
Kenneth ran around the wooden fence flanking the Apartment building and saw a familiar site. A Squad Car was roaring down the street, frantically skidding from side to side as if it had lost control. He saw the car eventually pull over down the street. No sign of anyone moving in it. Maybe they had an unwanted passenger and he just felt a bit peckish. Maybe-
'Do you give a damn!? Should you!? You just got yourself a car. All you have to do if kick whatever creatures in there out. Maybe there's ammo in there. After all, it's a Police Car. Just hack the sons of bitches up! Now- What the hell!?'
A Truck, burning and fast coming Kenneth's way, was ploughing down the road. Kenneth turned to see several people dashing out of the car.
'Shit! That things gasoline! RUN YOU IDIOT! RUN!'
He put his feet down and belted forward down the street. He saw the two people dive away from the car as the truck was coming closer. Ken took a sharp left and turned into an alley just as the truck tore past him. A deafening explosion rumbled through the night aside a blinding flash that must have lit up half of the town. Kenneth dug his fingers at the wall in an effort to stay up. As the rumbling died down and the sound of crackling flames built, Kenneth stumbled down the alley and slipped through a basement window, seeking shelter.
Chapter 2-Time to go
Ken went over to the window, and stared upon the slowly moving figures below. They covered the city now. They roamed in the alleyways, the Hotels, the Hospitals, the Parks, the Museums, and the Morgues (Unsurprisingly). Even The Police Station was eventually overrun. Kenneth saw that place getting fall hours ago.
'What is there left to do now? There isn't any escape until the Cavalry arrive, and the chances of that happening anytime soon are pretty low.'
He recalled that Police and SWAT had set up a barricade awhile ago and put up one hell of a stand. Of course, though, they fell to the horde of the monsters. The walking corpses, the flayed ones, the big insects.
'Why don't you go out and say it? You know what these things are! It was obvious when you saw them gnawing on your neighbours leg! They're..."
"Zombies."
'Yup, that's what they are. The Living Dead, the Undead, Mutants, Walking Corpses, what ever the hell you wanna call them, they're already dead and they feast on the living just like in the films. And they come in large numbers. Just like in the films.'
Kenneth closed his curtains and returned to the chair in front of the TV. Nothing good was on. Nothing was on at all. The growling static was all that remained of that wonder that mankind called Television. The aerial was probably down.
'Damn TV killing undead sons of-'
His thought was ended abruptly by a thud against the door. They were coming for him. Kenneth hand lowered by his belt, fingering his gun.
'They're coming to get you, Barbara.'
Night of the Living Dead played through his mind as he raised his handgun.
'Remember to get 'em in the head.'
Another bang thumped against the door followed by a raspy moan. Maybe the door would hold. Maybe-that is if there weren't too many of them. Then the door would hold.
'And what if they do get in? And what if more flood in? How do you get out then? You could have gotten out long ago, when you were on the Ground Floor, but no. You returned to your apartment! Why? You know why, because you can't think of any where else safe. Even the Police Department was lost. Where would you go if you lost your Room as well?'
Kenneth paused to think for a moment.
'Anywhere. Anywhere there's none of those things.'
Yet another thump as another fist banged against the door. The began to crack.
'NO!'
Ken ran to try and prop up the table. The banging continued as thump after thump smashed at the door. The table could bear little more. One last hammering blow smashed against the door before it gave way. The table fell to the ground in splintered pieces, the door falling behind it as a pile onto the floor. Kenneth stood gawping at the undead horrors as they slowly stumbled into the room. The first to enter revealed a broken jaw, swinging lightly on a torn, hanging tendon. The pistol raised, Kenneth took aim, and pressed upon the trigger.
BOOM!
The handgun blew a gnarly hole in the zombie's neck, blood oozing from the wound shortly after.
BOOM!
The second shot tore through the creature's forehead, blemishing the falling carcass in crimson fluids.
Two more of the monsters bumbled through the blood stained doorway. The adrenaline filled Ken's veins. He raised the gun at the two new entrants. He grinned, with a tint of madness within his lips.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The walls became blitzed with the brains of freshly re-dead.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! -Click–
'No! NO GOD! NO!'
The zombies went undaunted in their siege on the room, grasping for the flesh which Kenneth wore on his body. He picked up his axe. With a surge of rage and desperation, he charged, head first, into the approaching crowd, knocking several aside. He stumbled down the hall, the undead monstrosities in pursuit. He darted his view around the corridor, looking for some means of escape. The fire escape! Kenneth threw himself at the old iron fire escape, nearly toppling over the railings as he ran.
'Up or down? Hurry up! Up leads to the roof. Not much there. Down leads to the streets, a possible escape but...but it leads to more of those things. Well, at least there's a possible escape.'
He ran down the metallic steps of the fire escape, ever worried that the rickety old thing would collapse on him. The mob behind him continued to follow him. Pushing and shoving down the stairs after him, a few falling off the fire escape and landing contorted two floors down. Kenneth set his foot against the asphalt and picked up speed. He knew they'd be everywhere here. All he had to do was find a way out.
'Find a car, hotwire it up if there's no key and get the hell outta Dodge!'
Kenneth ran around the wooden fence flanking the Apartment building and saw a familiar site. A Squad Car was roaring down the street, frantically skidding from side to side as if it had lost control. He saw the car eventually pull over down the street. No sign of anyone moving in it. Maybe they had an unwanted passenger and he just felt a bit peckish. Maybe-
'Do you give a damn!? Should you!? You just got yourself a car. All you have to do if kick whatever creatures in there out. Maybe there's ammo in there. After all, it's a Police Car. Just hack the sons of bitches up! Now- What the hell!?'
A Truck, burning and fast coming Kenneth's way, was ploughing down the road. Kenneth turned to see several people dashing out of the car.
'Shit! That things gasoline! RUN YOU IDIOT! RUN!'
He put his feet down and belted forward down the street. He saw the two people dive away from the car as the truck was coming closer. Ken took a sharp left and turned into an alley just as the truck tore past him. A deafening explosion rumbled through the night aside a blinding flash that must have lit up half of the town. Kenneth dug his fingers at the wall in an effort to stay up. As the rumbling died down and the sound of crackling flames built, Kenneth stumbled down the alley and slipped through a basement window, seeking shelter.