Beach Town: Apocalypse by Maxwell-Harrison Thomas

Author:Maxwell-Harrison, Thomas [Maxwell-Harrison, Thomas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Thomas Maxwell-Harrison
Published: 2020-03-02T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Liar

Harry spotted the little boy in the window of the house on the other side of the street. At first, he felt empathetic and then angry that he couldn’t find James.

Harry saw the child alone and afraid. But he didn’t feel the hero in him now.

Harry realised he might have to get to the child and save him if his parents were dead. He couldn’t leave him, it wasn’t human. Surviving the thunderstorm wasn’t human; Harry was lucky to be alive, if the lightning had struck him, he would be dead. The rain was pounding down, but the thunderstorm had settled.

The child could barely see over the window frame. Harry had his sights on the boy.

If he dwelled on the infinite possibilities of where Molly was, he would freeze to death, zoned out in anger. He’d end up hurting Molly if he did find her. Hospital? Harry gripped the chimney harder and stone chipped off and slid down the roof. She could have found shelter in a broom closet; she could have taken James home. She had vanished and taken their son with her; it was selfish. The dead broke Harry’s train of thought.

The corpses continued attempting to climb up to the roof. One corpse accidentally pulled the guttering onto itself. Harry turned his attention back to the child. The street was swarming with diseased dead.

The child had disappeared from sight. The garden was infested with the undead. The door was shut but the downstairs windows were broken, and zombies clambered through the window. That’s what they were; zombies. Harry didn’t want to believe it but there was no other word to describe them anymore.

Harry scanned the road and tried to plan a route through the zombies. Mr Brown wandered in the middle of the road wearing green joggers, his fat belly exposed and torn, intestines trailed behind him. Harry heard a cry; it could be the child. Harry wanted to get there and save the kid; it was a stupid shot at redemption for losing his own child.

Panic spread across his chest; his glutes tightened. He struggled to breath in the humid air. He let go of the chimney and slid down the roof to the front garden, scraping his ribs along the tiles. He landed on the concrete and jumped to his bare feet.

The zombies were hidden beneath the roof out of sight and latched onto him, Harry punched them away and his knuckles cracked. Harry went primal and twisted one’s neck until it snapped. Harry felt no fear. The adrenaline kicked in and his skin tingled. He kicked three of them back and shook them off. His hands pulsed and his legs cramped.

Harry ran from the house into the road swerving past Mr Brown. More zombies tried to grab him and missed. Harry was fast approaching the neighbour’s house and he lunged onto the garden path. On final leg to touchdown, Harry kicked open the front door, it smashed against the wall and a shard of glass shot into Harry’s hand.

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