Death Sense: A Century Z Book by Brett Fitzpatrick

Author:Brett Fitzpatrick [Fitzpatrick, Brett]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Pronoun
Published: 2017-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 25

IMANI AND VIV WERE ON the roof of the New Dolphin Hotel, watching what looked like an endless stream of the infected coming down the steep road to the coast, most of them moving directly across the hotel parking lot to the building. A few peeled off and strayed but the vast majority were, it seemed, coming directly for them.

“The stream of undead is petering out,” Viv said. “Look, up there, past the third switchback, there are a lot fewer of them. It looks like they were traveling in a herd, and the herd decided to come here.”

“I’m not sure herd is the right word,” Imani said. “It doesn’t sound dangerous enough.”

Viv looked at Imani out of the side of her eye. The relaxed attitude Imani seemed sometimes to have, in seemingly any situation, was irritating. Though when she thought about it, it wasn’t exactly relaxed, more like disengaged. It was like she was lacking some sensitivity to danger, or maybe that sensitivity had simply been overwhelmed and switched off.

“Anyway,” Viv said, “I think there has to be at least three hundred of them.”

“More,” Imani said, emphatically. “It’s closer to five hundred, if you ask me.”

The zombies in the vanguard had already reached the building and were massing round the boarded-up windows of the ground floor.

“If they were living people, we could fire a few shots into the air and get them to disperse and seek cover,” Viv said, “but that isn’t going to work on these guys. They’re dead already, so they don’t care about getting shot.”

They could both hear the front doors of the hotel complaining as the zombies pressed against them. It was a sound that combined the cracking of glass, the flexing of wood and the straining of metal hinges and locks. It was the sort of noise to send shivers down the spine.

“They’re going to get in,” Viv muttered.

“We can’t let that happen,” Imani said.

“No, we can’t,” Viv agreed, raising her rifle to her shoulder.

Before Viv could shoot, Imani put her hand on the barrel, gently but firmly forcing it down, and earning a nasty look from Viv.

“My room is on the first floor,” Imani said, holding up a key with the number 105 stamped on the key fob in gold. “My balcony looks out on the hotel entrance. It’s just above their heads. We can fire at them from the balcony at almost point blank range. It’ll be like shooting fish in a barrel.”

Despite the danger, a wide grin spread across Viv’s face at the thought.

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