Get Off My L@wn - A Zombie Novel by Perry Kivolowitz

Author:Perry Kivolowitz [Kivolowitz, Perry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PSK Intellect, LLC
Published: 2013-06-30T04:00:00+00:00

We watched the steady crush of dead lessen slowly to a consistent but lighter flow past our house. The percentage of badly burned creatures had dropped to almost zero.

I suppose we can all take pride in the diversity of the dead. A butcher, a baker and probably a candlestick maker had undoubtedly passed our cameras amidst the slowly advancing horde. Every race, color and from what we could tell by jewelry and apparel most creeds were represented. We are all clearly equal in the end.

Just watch the time-lapse stills from our cameras that DHS put up at the War Memorial website. It turns out our house’s camera feed was the first ground level “live and in-the-round” look at the inside of a horde of undead.

We had been watching a long time now. The density of the dead had come down to the point where we could once again concentrate on individuals. Ruth Ann stopped watching completely after a woman passed right under camera five wearing a wrap style baby carrier. That’s the type where the infant faces mom or dad, arms and legs poking out like a starfish. The woman and child were truly heartbreaking as the infant’s arms and legs were where they were supposed to be but there was no head on the child. Instead, the remains of a spine poked up from the bloody baby sling. The woman’s face, hands and arms were stained with the dried blood of her own baby. You can see the mother and child about two hours and twenty-one minutes into the time-lapse video. You can see it if you want to. We’ve tried desperately to forget it.

I asked Ryan what he meant about staying overnight in our garage being better than what they do at the camps.

“If you come in by car, soldiers guide you inside a big garage. You drive up to really tight lanes made from those temporary concrete guardrails from when they do road work, you know? There isn’t enough room to open your doors. They tell you to put your car in neutral, roll up all your windows except for the driver’s. That one stays open enough to pass water bottles and food in. They give you enough water and protein bars to last 24 hours. From there on in, if you start your car they’ll shoot you right through the window.”

Wow. Martial law really means martial law.

“They push you down the lane until you bump the car ahead of you. You stay like that for 24 hours. If anyone turns inside your car, you’ll all be dead. If the zombie doesn’t kill you they don’t take any chances. They shoot everyone in the car anyway.”

This made perfect sense and must be very effective.

“What if you don’t come with a car?” Ruth Ann asked.

“They zip cord your feet together and stuff you in a sleeping bag. Then they zip cord your hands and close up the bag. They put a straw next to your face for water. No protein bars.

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