by Evans, Mike
Noah hadn't lost many brothers in the military, but one thing for sure he had lost more than one. Anything over none was too many by any good soldier's way of thinking. Noah knew you could never leave a man behind, and when it came to your wife, obviously it was no different. But, in this minuscule chance of things happening in life this had to be one in a billion that a zombie outbreak would start out and follow and lead into his life. Noah was debating running and when Abigail screamed with her last words of a caring, loving, respectful wife “Go, run Noah get out of here, go now I'm just going to kill you if you don't. I love you.”
Mabel was up in the backseat by now and Noah knew immediately that something was wrong when Mabel was growling towards Abigail. Noah's shoulders shrunk in defeat; he knew she was right. Nothing was available that could be done, and in the end, the only thing that was going to happen was going to be his indefinite death. Noah nodded, looking at his wife, realizing that once her eyes closed and reopened that the eyes looking back at him would be seeing him for the first time. Rebecca had already finished chewing on the back of her skull. Abigail's head had a chunk the size of a softball missing from the rear, evidence of which hairs were taken were hanging out in long bloody lines from Rebecca's face.
Noah put his hand on the handle, he didn’t want to leave but there wasn’t going to be anything good happening here. Noah opened it and shut it just as quickly, there’d been enough commotion and noise to gather everyone’s attention that was looking for a meal. There was nowhere to go but he needed these two to stop trying to eat him first. Rebecca turned her head slowly, giving her undivided attention to him. Abigail had quit moving, however, he watched as she transitioned just like Jon had done.
Noah checked the magazine seeing he had only the one bullet. He didn’t know what to say and didn’t think his chances were good, given the fact the dead were out there. He knew once he became one of them, that Mabel wasn’t going to stand a chance, regardless of how hard she fought. He looked at the gun thinking about giving her the easy way out. A way out that might not end in nearly the same amount of pain if he took care of her before she became the last option. He didn’t get the opportunity though, because Rebecca lunged towards him gripping onto his hair and pulling him off balance as she took grip of his hair.
Noah put a forearm up, blocking her face. He pushed her back and down towards the floor. Which left his right side completely open to his purple bride leaping over to him, smashing his face up against the glass. He tried to use his last bullet, but it shattered through the rear window. Mabel saw the broken glass and used her senses to know this stranger in the front seat was no longer her mother. She took one look at the hole in the glass and leapt out, running to her freedom.
Noah saw the dog taking off, running faster than he’d seen her go in quite a while. He felt hope that she was going to find a way to make it. At least he hoped that would be the case. Teeth clenched around his face, and neck. When he tried to push her away, she only bit harder, hard enough to make sure that the skin she had clinched in her mouth would not be lost.
Rebecca pulled herself awkwardly over, gripping on to his ankle and as well began tearing away at the back of his leg. Noah had not lost all of his fight and was able to push Abigail off of him, opening the door not realizing the lack of intelligence he was executing. When he got it open it did not make anything any better. Those that were on the outside of the truck pulled him out, throwing him down on the ground, and seemed almost as if they became hungrier when they saw the blood already spewing from his face and ankle. Had he already turned purple he would have met at least his first end, but those that pulled him out still saw him as a piece of meat, something vulnerable that they could take.
Noah screamed at first, but not for long as they ripped his jugular out from his throat. Between four of them, they each took gigantic mouthfuls of flesh until he went quiet, and everything faded to black as his head rolled freely away down the hill. A look of excruciating pain frozen in his features.
A car passing by watched checking to see if there were any survivors that they could help. When they saw the carnage taking place, they had received their answer instantaneously. A little girl in the back seat saw Mabel trotting towards the street and rolled the window down screaming, “Come here puppy, come here, come here puppy.”
She apparently at her youthful age had not realized what she was referring to as a puppy was actually the size of a baby cow. Her father who was doing his damndest to keep her safe and his sanity intact screamed, “Put your goddamn window up! What are you doing, you’re going to get everyone killed!”
“It's a dog, dad, I haven't seen a zombie dog yet.”
The dad had to realize the little girl was right. He said, “God damn it, Elizabeth Robbins, you're going to be the death of me, girl.”
Elizabeth said, “But I love you, Dad.”
Her dad said, “You'd better kid, you better.”
He opened the door clapping to get the dogs attention and Mabel ran across the parking lot, jumping in, finding a new family to keep safe.
Chapter 24
Trevor and Michael were running out of ground fast. They were doing their best to fight them off, but they’d run out of options. The dead were coming straight for them. Luckily for them, purple zombies were idiots. Those that they weren’t able to give lead poisoning by the way of a bullet to the skull, were going so fast that when they got close to the men, all they had to do was sidestep and let them faceplant on the pavement two stories below. They tried to stop as they came up to Michael and Trevor but were going too fast. Mickenzie had already gone over the ledge. She wasn’t going to wait any longer than she needed to and knew that if Michael was going to go over the side, that it would only be if she went first. So, that was exactly what she had done.
When Jake was just ten feet up, he jumped off the side of the building, landing in the rear of the bed. The dead were falling to the left and right of the truck. Some were hitting the bed and scaring the shit out of everyone in it. He was going to yell for his mom to jump, but she was still more at the two stories point and was pretty sure she’d tell him where to go if he advised her it’d be a good idea to leap from that high up. Jake was reaching for his pistol but felt an iron grip on his side ripping him out of the back of the truck bed.
To be continued
By Mike Evans
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