Contagious by Emily Goodwin

Author:Emily Goodwin
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi

-Chapter 9-

A zombie next to him fell to the ground. He put his finger to his lips and walked, unnoticed, through the flesh eating monsters that clawed at the broken side of the barn. When he was at the bottom of the ladder, he motioned for me to come down. I swallowed, not knowing why in the world I would trust this person or who the hell he was walking amongst the zombies. I shoved the empty M9 in my waistband and climbed down, hands trembling almost uncontrollably.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, he pressed himself up against me, pinning me between his body and the silo. Over a black, long sleeve shirt, he was wearing a hairy, moldy leather vest. It was wrinkled and rotten in parts. I wanted to shove him off me when I realized it was made out of zombie skin. Fingers, tied to strings like freaking decorations, hung from his neck. A hand was tied to his belt. I didn’t know what part of the zombie was stitched onto the baseball cap he was wearing.

It was disgusting, having zombie parts rubbing against me. It smelled revolting. So revolting, that the zombies wouldn’t be able to distinguish his human smell from the rotting flesh of one of their own. I closed my eyes and buried my face against his chest.

As if we didn’t exist, the zombies milled by, grabbing at the weak wood that kept my friends safe. I was grateful for this very odd stranger but I wanted to help my friends. A gun fired. My body tensed, thinking somehow one of my friends had gotten a hold of a weapon and shot the guy who was saving me, thinking he was really a zombie.

He put an arm around me, obviously thinking the echoing shot scared me. My fingers closed around the material of his shirt. A zombie stopped, eyeing us hungrily. I pulled the guy closer to me, holding my breath. He inched closer, every part of him pressing into me. Too scared to breathe, I held my breath until the zombie moved on.

The rapid fire of machine guns was possibly the most beautiful sound in the world right now. I wanted to watch the zombies fall, finally dead. When I dared opened my eyes, the only thing I could see was my stranger’s chest. Something silver hung in front of me. I followed the ball chain down to a dog tag. UNDERWOOD HAYDEN J stamped into the metal. Under his name, blood type, and social security number were the letters ‘USMC’.

The Marine held me close to him as the zombies got gunned down. Voices echoed, male voices, deliberately shouting over the zombies’ death calls. There were more soldiers. Hayden leaned back so his eyes could meet mine. He looked to the right and then at me. Ever so slightly, I nodded. Clinging onto each other, we took the smallest step to the right. We froze, waited, and took another step. Painfully slow, we continued our game of stop and go until we were on the opposite side of the silo.

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