Here is Chapter 5. Thanks to Jano for his review.
4:12PM September 24th, 1998 Barricade #18 "What's happening to him?" David yelled. "I don't know!" Mike yelled back. A few minutes before the man who they had saved began spasming and screaming in pain. Michael was trying to treat him. Suddenly, the man screamed once more as he was ripped in half and something crawled out of his chest.
"What is that thing?" Tom yelled. "How am I supposed to know?" Mike replied. One shot rang out and whatever it was died. David lowered his handgun as the lifeless thing exploded, splattering greenish goop everywhere. "I am inclined to ask what just caused that explosion, but I won't," Larry said as he wiped the goop off of his face. "Good move," Tom replied.
4:31PM September 24th, 1998 Barricade #18
A low humming sound had developed off in the distance. "Sounds like a car," Larry muttered absently.
Suddenly, a car came barreling around a corner just west of the barricade. The car spun to a stop in front of the barricade and four people jumped out, one carrying a baby. Your average all American family. A man,
his wife, a son, a daughter, and the baby. The one thing that wasn't average was what was chasing them. Zombies. Probably a hundred of them. "Pass the kids up!" David yelled down. The man grabbed the baby and threw him up. He then grabbed the girl and passed her up. It was at that point that everyone realised that not all of them would get up before the zombies reached the barricade. They were passing the boy up as the man did something horrible. He pulled out a handgun and shot his son. He then leapt over the barricade and watched as his wife and son were devoured by the hordes of zombies. "You son of a bitch," Mike muttered.
The man jumped down and walked up to his daughter and infant son. He picked up the baby and said, almost inaudibly, "You too." The others sprang into action, pointing their guns at him. "Put the baby down!" David yelled to him. "Screw you," the man muttered. He then put the gun to the baby's head and fired. Suddenly, he stumbled as his daughter jumped him. She was making a futile attempt at strangulation. " Get out of the way!" Larry yelled to her. She let go as Larry fired, catching the man right between the eyes. He fell, dead.
Michael ran up to the body and checked it over he held up the gun and yelled, "Taurus PT-138. Small frame,
built for concealed carry. Also found 32 .380 ACP rounds on him." Tom walked up and took the gun and the ammo.
He then walked over to the girl, who was just sitting on the ground staring at her father's dead body. The handgun was very small so, if his dimensions were right... He handed it to her. She took it. It fit her hand perfectly. "Take it and hope you don't have to use it," he said to her. "Thanks," she said, "I'm Emily by the way." Tom nodded and walked away. He turned as he saw Larry and Anne looking at something. Tom climbed up and looked down. The mother and son were wandering around, zombified. "I hope he burns in hell," Anne said, referring to the man they had shot. "Amen," Tom muttered in response, shaking his head, wondering how one man could show such utter disregard for human life.
4:12PM September 24th, 1998 Barricade #18 "What's happening to him?" David yelled. "I don't know!" Mike yelled back. A few minutes before the man who they had saved began spasming and screaming in pain. Michael was trying to treat him. Suddenly, the man screamed once more as he was ripped in half and something crawled out of his chest.
"What is that thing?" Tom yelled. "How am I supposed to know?" Mike replied. One shot rang out and whatever it was died. David lowered his handgun as the lifeless thing exploded, splattering greenish goop everywhere. "I am inclined to ask what just caused that explosion, but I won't," Larry said as he wiped the goop off of his face. "Good move," Tom replied.
4:31PM September 24th, 1998 Barricade #18
A low humming sound had developed off in the distance. "Sounds like a car," Larry muttered absently.
Suddenly, a car came barreling around a corner just west of the barricade. The car spun to a stop in front of the barricade and four people jumped out, one carrying a baby. Your average all American family. A man,
his wife, a son, a daughter, and the baby. The one thing that wasn't average was what was chasing them. Zombies. Probably a hundred of them. "Pass the kids up!" David yelled down. The man grabbed the baby and threw him up. He then grabbed the girl and passed her up. It was at that point that everyone realised that not all of them would get up before the zombies reached the barricade. They were passing the boy up as the man did something horrible. He pulled out a handgun and shot his son. He then leapt over the barricade and watched as his wife and son were devoured by the hordes of zombies. "You son of a bitch," Mike muttered.
The man jumped down and walked up to his daughter and infant son. He picked up the baby and said, almost inaudibly, "You too." The others sprang into action, pointing their guns at him. "Put the baby down!" David yelled to him. "Screw you," the man muttered. He then put the gun to the baby's head and fired. Suddenly, he stumbled as his daughter jumped him. She was making a futile attempt at strangulation. " Get out of the way!" Larry yelled to her. She let go as Larry fired, catching the man right between the eyes. He fell, dead.
Michael ran up to the body and checked it over he held up the gun and yelled, "Taurus PT-138. Small frame,
built for concealed carry. Also found 32 .380 ACP rounds on him." Tom walked up and took the gun and the ammo.
He then walked over to the girl, who was just sitting on the ground staring at her father's dead body. The handgun was very small so, if his dimensions were right... He handed it to her. She took it. It fit her hand perfectly. "Take it and hope you don't have to use it," he said to her. "Thanks," she said, "I'm Emily by the way." Tom nodded and walked away. He turned as he saw Larry and Anne looking at something. Tom climbed up and looked down. The mother and son were wandering around, zombified. "I hope he burns in hell," Anne said, referring to the man they had shot. "Amen," Tom muttered in response, shaking his head, wondering how one man could show such utter disregard for human life.