“I don’t think that is going to be very effective. C’mon, let’s get out of here.” I went to the door and she followed me.
We double-timed it to the entrance of the parking garage. My car was right there, so close. We could do this.
Pushing the door open slowly resulted in a loud screech that had me gritting my teeth. I heard the sound of feet almost immediately. The pace wasn’t fast and my heart sank at what I knew was coming. There was a shadow to the right of me and it was heading in our direction. Only one, but at the speed it was going, it would intercept us before we got to our cars.
“Oh my God!” My new friend gasped as it became obvious that it was the security guard and she didn’t look good at all. Her shirt was torn open and it looked like her intestines were hanging from her protruding belly. She was covered in blood, and half of her face was a mess of swollen flesh and hanging meat. She was coming directly at us in a weird shuffle step that was faster than I would have expected.
“Where’s your car?” I hissed at the girl.
“Over there.” She said pointing to where she was parked on the opposite side of the garage.
“Go, run.”
“I can’t just leave you.”
“Yes, you can. I have an ax. Go home. Survive.” She made no more arguments. She took off and the zombie made to follow but I whistled and called, “Come on, you nasty bitch!” And her horrendous, bleeding eyes focused back on me. I took a step forward and took one swing at her, the ax coming down hard on her neck. She was short so it worked well for me. The girl’s head came clean off of her body. I had no idea I had the upper body strength to do that.
I should have ran then, but I couldn’t stop staring at the decapitated head. The thing was still alive! Its mouth was working, its teeth were chomping, and its eyes were rolling around, looking for me. “Ermagawd, that is messed up,” I hissed. I took the ax and planted it directly into the zombie’s brain.
The zombie didn’t move after that.
“Hell yeah, something went right.”
Headshots. Go for the brain. I heard the peel of tires as my friend sped out of the garage. I decided that was a very good idea and booked it to my car. Time to get the fuck out of here.
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