Hamsikker: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel by Russ Watts

Author:Russ Watts [Watts, Russ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2014-12-21T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jonas could hear Erik shouting, but was concentrating on holding off the dead girl. For her size, she was surprisingly strong. Or maybe he was just weak, having not eaten a decent meal for weeks now. He was unable to reach his axe, and caught the girl as she fell on him. He managed to get his knees up in time, forcing her body up and over his torso. Now her face was directly above his as they lay in the aisle of the bus, her jaws snapping continually at him. He tried to wriggle free, but it was impossible with her on top of him, and with the seats so close, he had nowhere to go. Already his arms were being sapped of what little strength he had left, and the weight of the dead body was pinning him down.

He so much wanted her to be alive. At first, he thought she was, convincing himself she was another survivor, when all along he should have realised she was just one of them. He knew he had been foolish in putting his weapon down, and now he was about to pay the price. Grisly gore fell from the dead girl’s mouth, and splattered his face as they struggled. The smell coming from her mouth was repulsive, not unlike the stench of the garage from earlier that morning, and it was hard not to be sick. As he fought to keep her off, he noticed her attention begin to wane. Her eyes looked up, and then her whole head followed. Her grip on him relinquished, and he wondered what had drawn her away. With her head above him, Jonas watched in disgust as it was suddenly thrown to the side and smashed into the side of a seat. Her head blew apart instantly, and great dollops of congealed blood and tissue fell onto him. It felt like someone had thrown jelly and soggy pastry over him, but tasted far less appetising, and Jonas spat out the grunge from his mouth. He saw the bat come around again, and he held the dead body up that was still somehow holding onto him. The head was split right open this time. Crushed against the seat back, the girl’s face shattered, and Jonas was covered in her brains. They slid from her cracked skull slowly, dripping onto him like clotted lumps of cottage cheese. The body slumped on top of him, and he quickly cast it aside, rushing to his feet.

“Fuck, Hamsikker, you okay?”

From the expression on Erik’s face, he knew he must look a sight. Jonas wiped his face, trying to erase the sticky fluids and blood that covered him, and he spluttered out an answer. He couldn’t really think straight. All he could see was the girl’s face exploding.

“She didn’t...get you?” asked Erik. He was still holding the baseball bat aloft, its rounded tip covered in gore.

Jonas could see that Erik had adopted a defensive stance. He was ready to strike, and this time the bat would be aimed at Jonas’s head.

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