Disclaimer: Just take what I said in the previous chapters and stick it
here.
A/N: Whew, I rewrote it okay! I hope none of you read that atrocity of a chapter I had posted. My stupid laptop was being stubborn and everything got glued together in a jumbled mess that was impossible to read. So I had to fix the whole thing on my home computer. So, here's the good copy.
Chapter 3: An Escape Route to Sears
Kimberly had been driving the loud and noisy motorcycle for God knows how long through the night. The stupid headlight was busted and she was driving blindly. She hoped nobody would jump out in front of the bike.
Jerry was still out like a light and she was still struggling to control her panic. She was a little embarrassed about the fact that she was in her pajamas riding on a Harley, then she realized that who gives a damn? Practically everyone's dead... sort of.
She sighed. The world was slowly beginning to fall apart. As the Deadlings continued to rampage the land and infect more people, the human population was dropping. Protection against the zombies decreased, leaving the remaining living vulnerable to attack.
"Mama, can we go to the park?" Monica asked, tugging on the cuff of her mother's jeans.
"Of course, honey", Kimberly answered, "Go get your brother and Grandpa."
Monica grinned and ran off to find Grandpa and Jerry. Kimberly finished drying the plate in her hands. She put it away and grabbed her purse from kitchen table. She reached inside for her keys and headed for the front door. Her two eager little twins were already hopping up and down, ready to go. Her father was waiting for her, his polished wooden cane gripped in his hand.
"We're going to the park! We're going to the park!" the kids chanted happily as the family walked the two blocks to the park.
They arrived in no less than ten minutes. Jerry and Monica immediately bolted for the slide. Kimberly took a seat on a bench with her father. She took out a little book to read from her purse.
"Innocent little rascals, aren't they?" he commented.
"Yeah", she answered, "I hope they stay that way, without a father and all."
"Oh give it up, Kim!" he snapped, "He was a bastard to begin with."
"Dad", she said, turning to the elderly man, "Shut up about him."
Her father remained silent, surprised by her outburst. He thought for a minute then opened his mouth to say something.
"WATCH OUT!"
Kimberly snapped out of her trance to see a man waving for her attention in the middle of the road, right in front of her speeding motorcycle. A woman ran out from the grass and knocked him off his feet to get him out of the way. Kimberly hit the brakes but leaned a little too far to the right.
The bike tipped over, bucking Kimberly and Jerry off. It spun out and skidded into the grass, setting it ablaze in a roar of fire. Kimberly grabbed Jerry, who was bawling at the top of his lungs, and scrambled to the other side of the road. The bike's engine blew up, spitting pieces of itself into the air like miniature comets.
Kimberly cradled Jerry in her arms, trying to calm him down. She looked over her shoulder. Sitting on the ground were the two strangers. They were both on the police force. Their blue uniforms were tattered and dirty, as were their faces. The man was clutching his leg, which was poorly bandaged with a torn rag. The brunette woman looked bruised and beaten. Her bun had stray hairs sticking out of it. She also had a gun in her belt.
"What were doing out in the middle of the road?" she asked them.
"What do you mean 'what were you doing'!" the policewoman shouted, "Dan was trying to signal you and you just kept going!"
"Sorry", Kimberly mumbled, "I was kinda lost in thought. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Dan shook his head. "Nah, this was when our car crashed because of those demons from Hell", he answered.
"They're spreading out to the northeast", his partner said, "You're heading to Sears, right?"
Kimberly nodded. "It's still safe, isn't it? I mean, those things aren't smart enough to go there are they?"
"Well, if you had half a brain crawling with maggots I don't think you'd be smart enough to do anything 'cept obey your hunger", Dan answered.
"Look, I'd love to stick around and chat but we got company", the policewoman said and pointed.
Out of the tall grass came about a dozen or so Deadlings, each one more horrifying than the next. Their yellow eyes glinted in the firelight. Their grim faces looked more gaunt and sunken in with the dancing light on them. The four survivors heard their growls and hisses.
The woman jumped to her feet and pulled out her gun. She aimed at the undead monsters and fired twice. She hit her mark both times.
"Get going already!", she yelled over her shoulder.
The Deadlings charged for them. Kimberly helped Dan to his feet and they were about to leave the scene when a gunshot sounded. It was too loud to come from Sergeant Deadeye's little pistol. Wherever it came from, the shot hit and blew off half a zombie's head.
Headlights blinded the gang. They squinted through the light at the remaining corpses, who were shot down before they had any time to react to the newcomer. When the Deadlings lay in a grotesque heap, the vehicle screeched to halt in front of Kimberly and the officers. It was a blood- splattered van driven by a bald middle-aged man with a moustache. The back door slid open.
"Get in!"someone shouted from the back, "They're heading this way!"
Kimberly and company wasted no time. They jumped inside their savior's rescue van and slammed the door shut behind them. Dan locked it tight and collapsed into one of the seats. But their second of relaxation was disturbed when the driver floored it. The wheels squealed against the asphalt and everyone in the back was launched forward.
Once the ride began to smooth out, Kimberly took a seat, still shaking a bit. Jerry was clinging to her like a baby monkey and didn't look ready to loosen his grip anytime soon. One of the riders from the back climbed to the front. He was a young teenager, probably somewhere around seventeen, with spiked brown hair and amber eyes. His shirt was hanging from his body, torn and bloodstained. Kimberly saw a bandage around his chest. His jeans were a little too big for him and kept slipping down. He held a shotgun in his hands.
"Kent, you got anymore shells on you?"he asked.
The big, burly man behind the wheel, Kent, reached over and searched the glove compartment for more bullets. He found some and tossed it over his shoulder. The kid caught them and took a seat next to the window behind Kimberly.
"Hey", he said.
"Hi", she said, "Was that you shooting?"
"Uh huh", he answered and loaded the gun, "My dad used to take me hunting in the country when I was a kid. I picked it up from him."
"Okay everybody, listen up!"Kent shouted to us, "We're headin' for Sears. Since we're gonna be survivin' together, I think we should all get acquainted. So, I'm Kent. Call me Cueball and I'll beat ya till yer black an' blue."
"Zander's the name, dishing out revenge is my game", the boy said, shouldering his shotgun.
"I'm Chloe", an elderly woman sitting way at the back of the van said quietly. She looked shy, but very athletic for an old lady with gray hair.
"Dan", the officer said, leaning on his seat's armrest.
"Officer Daniels", the unknown policewoman announced.
"Stacey is a little uptight sometimes", Dan said.
Stacey glared at him but remained silent.
"Alrighty then", Kent said loudly, looking at through his rearview mirror, "We should be arrivin' in fifteen minutes er so. So buckle up, button yer yaps and save whatever shells ya got on ya fer emergencies."
Everyone nodded back. This was going to be long ride.
A/N: Just letting you know, Sears is the name of the mall closest to me. And one more thing, review!
A/N: Whew, I rewrote it okay! I hope none of you read that atrocity of a chapter I had posted. My stupid laptop was being stubborn and everything got glued together in a jumbled mess that was impossible to read. So I had to fix the whole thing on my home computer. So, here's the good copy.
Chapter 3: An Escape Route to Sears
Kimberly had been driving the loud and noisy motorcycle for God knows how long through the night. The stupid headlight was busted and she was driving blindly. She hoped nobody would jump out in front of the bike.
Jerry was still out like a light and she was still struggling to control her panic. She was a little embarrassed about the fact that she was in her pajamas riding on a Harley, then she realized that who gives a damn? Practically everyone's dead... sort of.
She sighed. The world was slowly beginning to fall apart. As the Deadlings continued to rampage the land and infect more people, the human population was dropping. Protection against the zombies decreased, leaving the remaining living vulnerable to attack.
"Mama, can we go to the park?" Monica asked, tugging on the cuff of her mother's jeans.
"Of course, honey", Kimberly answered, "Go get your brother and Grandpa."
Monica grinned and ran off to find Grandpa and Jerry. Kimberly finished drying the plate in her hands. She put it away and grabbed her purse from kitchen table. She reached inside for her keys and headed for the front door. Her two eager little twins were already hopping up and down, ready to go. Her father was waiting for her, his polished wooden cane gripped in his hand.
"We're going to the park! We're going to the park!" the kids chanted happily as the family walked the two blocks to the park.
They arrived in no less than ten minutes. Jerry and Monica immediately bolted for the slide. Kimberly took a seat on a bench with her father. She took out a little book to read from her purse.
"Innocent little rascals, aren't they?" he commented.
"Yeah", she answered, "I hope they stay that way, without a father and all."
"Oh give it up, Kim!" he snapped, "He was a bastard to begin with."
"Dad", she said, turning to the elderly man, "Shut up about him."
Her father remained silent, surprised by her outburst. He thought for a minute then opened his mouth to say something.
"WATCH OUT!"
Kimberly snapped out of her trance to see a man waving for her attention in the middle of the road, right in front of her speeding motorcycle. A woman ran out from the grass and knocked him off his feet to get him out of the way. Kimberly hit the brakes but leaned a little too far to the right.
The bike tipped over, bucking Kimberly and Jerry off. It spun out and skidded into the grass, setting it ablaze in a roar of fire. Kimberly grabbed Jerry, who was bawling at the top of his lungs, and scrambled to the other side of the road. The bike's engine blew up, spitting pieces of itself into the air like miniature comets.
Kimberly cradled Jerry in her arms, trying to calm him down. She looked over her shoulder. Sitting on the ground were the two strangers. They were both on the police force. Their blue uniforms were tattered and dirty, as were their faces. The man was clutching his leg, which was poorly bandaged with a torn rag. The brunette woman looked bruised and beaten. Her bun had stray hairs sticking out of it. She also had a gun in her belt.
"What were doing out in the middle of the road?" she asked them.
"What do you mean 'what were you doing'!" the policewoman shouted, "Dan was trying to signal you and you just kept going!"
"Sorry", Kimberly mumbled, "I was kinda lost in thought. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Dan shook his head. "Nah, this was when our car crashed because of those demons from Hell", he answered.
"They're spreading out to the northeast", his partner said, "You're heading to Sears, right?"
Kimberly nodded. "It's still safe, isn't it? I mean, those things aren't smart enough to go there are they?"
"Well, if you had half a brain crawling with maggots I don't think you'd be smart enough to do anything 'cept obey your hunger", Dan answered.
"Look, I'd love to stick around and chat but we got company", the policewoman said and pointed.
Out of the tall grass came about a dozen or so Deadlings, each one more horrifying than the next. Their yellow eyes glinted in the firelight. Their grim faces looked more gaunt and sunken in with the dancing light on them. The four survivors heard their growls and hisses.
The woman jumped to her feet and pulled out her gun. She aimed at the undead monsters and fired twice. She hit her mark both times.
"Get going already!", she yelled over her shoulder.
The Deadlings charged for them. Kimberly helped Dan to his feet and they were about to leave the scene when a gunshot sounded. It was too loud to come from Sergeant Deadeye's little pistol. Wherever it came from, the shot hit and blew off half a zombie's head.
Headlights blinded the gang. They squinted through the light at the remaining corpses, who were shot down before they had any time to react to the newcomer. When the Deadlings lay in a grotesque heap, the vehicle screeched to halt in front of Kimberly and the officers. It was a blood- splattered van driven by a bald middle-aged man with a moustache. The back door slid open.
"Get in!"someone shouted from the back, "They're heading this way!"
Kimberly and company wasted no time. They jumped inside their savior's rescue van and slammed the door shut behind them. Dan locked it tight and collapsed into one of the seats. But their second of relaxation was disturbed when the driver floored it. The wheels squealed against the asphalt and everyone in the back was launched forward.
Once the ride began to smooth out, Kimberly took a seat, still shaking a bit. Jerry was clinging to her like a baby monkey and didn't look ready to loosen his grip anytime soon. One of the riders from the back climbed to the front. He was a young teenager, probably somewhere around seventeen, with spiked brown hair and amber eyes. His shirt was hanging from his body, torn and bloodstained. Kimberly saw a bandage around his chest. His jeans were a little too big for him and kept slipping down. He held a shotgun in his hands.
"Kent, you got anymore shells on you?"he asked.
The big, burly man behind the wheel, Kent, reached over and searched the glove compartment for more bullets. He found some and tossed it over his shoulder. The kid caught them and took a seat next to the window behind Kimberly.
"Hey", he said.
"Hi", she said, "Was that you shooting?"
"Uh huh", he answered and loaded the gun, "My dad used to take me hunting in the country when I was a kid. I picked it up from him."
"Okay everybody, listen up!"Kent shouted to us, "We're headin' for Sears. Since we're gonna be survivin' together, I think we should all get acquainted. So, I'm Kent. Call me Cueball and I'll beat ya till yer black an' blue."
"Zander's the name, dishing out revenge is my game", the boy said, shouldering his shotgun.
"I'm Chloe", an elderly woman sitting way at the back of the van said quietly. She looked shy, but very athletic for an old lady with gray hair.
"Dan", the officer said, leaning on his seat's armrest.
"Officer Daniels", the unknown policewoman announced.
"Stacey is a little uptight sometimes", Dan said.
Stacey glared at him but remained silent.
"Alrighty then", Kent said loudly, looking at through his rearview mirror, "We should be arrivin' in fifteen minutes er so. So buckle up, button yer yaps and save whatever shells ya got on ya fer emergencies."
Everyone nodded back. This was going to be long ride.
A/N: Just letting you know, Sears is the name of the mall closest to me. And one more thing, review!