Isle Of The Dead by Jody Neil Ruth

Author:Jody Neil Ruth [Ruth, Jody Neil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DevilDog Press
Published: 2019-12-05T00:00:00+00:00

10

Drury sat hunched on the pavement, feet in the gutter and his head in his hands. Exhaustion had him, and running through the rain the night before had left him shaking and his nose dripping. He wiped it on his sleeve as he watched a dead man approach, a moan rising from its ripped-chest.

He got to his feet and ran/stumbled away.

His mind asked his body where he was going, but it did not respond. It concentrated on lifting one heavy foot after another, planting them on the road with slaps that resonated in his ears. He was vaguely aware he was heading back towards the police station

Maybe she had gone back there to look for me?

He forced himself to stop and think. He tried to take refuge in a nearby pickup truck, but found it locked.

A driveway behind the truck led to a house—one with an open front door. On the gravel track lay an open suitcase and discarded children’s toys. Either the occupants had fled and dropped the case on their way, or they had run outside straight into the walking dead and been forced back inside.

Drury chewed his lip before heading for the house.

He listened as he entered, pushing the front door wide open before stepping inside.

“Hello?” he called out, but his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again.

More clothes and toys covered the laminate flooring and up a stairwell. Whoever had left had done so in a hurry.

“Hello?” he called out louder, and was answered with a noise from up the stairs. It was not a moan and did not sound like the undead—especially not the same sound as the dead man approaching him from behind was making.

He stepped inside the door, closed it, and threw the latch. The zombie slapped its palms against the door. Drury put his back against it and slid to the floor. The door felt strong and secure behind him, yet he pressed against it.

Moments later, he snapped his head awake, amazed at himself for having fallen asleep. His body ached, and he felt his skin burn as illness sank into his body.

He sat still, but did not hear anything within the building.

Getting to his feet, Drury tiptoed towards the staircase, and made as little noise as possible as he ascended. Children’s toys littered the floor when he reached the top, and an array of doors surrounded him, some open, some closed.

He aimed for the shut door nearest him, hand shaking as he reached for the doorknob. Behind it he could hear movement ... a familiar sound ... panting?

Realizing what it was, he opened the door and didn’t jump as the dog shot out of the room, bypassing him and scrambling down the stairs. Drury watched as the Rottweiler slipped and missed steps in its rush down the stairwell.

Drury walked into the room vacated by the dog. It was a bedroom, and more clothes were strewn all over the bed and floor. The dog had been so well house-trained it hadn't dared foul its master's room.

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