The Z Word (A Zombie Novel) by Shaun Whittington

Author:Shaun Whittington
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-06-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Nine

I returned from upstairs, donning my shades and my crowbar in my right hand. Man, I must have looked a right plonker!

I popped my head into the kitchen and saw Clare obediently standing still as the two zombies snarled and clawed at the pane of glass. "Back in a sec," I said. "Just stay still."

I walked through the living room wearing my attire, heading for the patio door. I could see Kelly lying on the sofa, her eyes gazing at me as if I had lost my mind. "And where the bloody hell are ye goin'?"

I smiled at Kelly and sarcastically told her, "Just popping out for some air. Make sure you close the door after me."

Kelly released a chortle, thinking I was joking. Once I opened the patio door, she shot off of the couch and squealed, "Friggin' hell!"

I shut the door behind me and stood outside in the fresh air. I walked to my right and locked the gate that had been forced open, the latch was still working. I looked down the alleyway at the side of my house, and was pleased that no more were making their way down and into my back garden. The sooner I got the cupboard outside to block the entrance, the better, I thought.

I then turned to my left to see the backs of the two ghouls that were desperate to get into my kitchen, at Clare. I hesitated slightly, shitting a brick, but then managed to grow some balls within a few seconds and took out the nearest one. I brought the crowbar on top of its head and the metal tool smashed into the skull, immediately making it drop to the floor, next to its three other ghouls who Clare and I had killed earlier with the short-lived steak-knife-weapon that was lying next to them on the floor.

The remaining one turned around and took one step forward. I gazed at it and lowered my crowbar. I furrowed my brow in thought when I glared at the thing. I suddenly recognised who it used to be.

In human form it used to be Jeremy Bateman, a schoolteacher from the end of my street. It was dressed in a cream, blood-stained dressing gown and had nothing on its feet. Jeremy was a family man, married with three young boys. I hoped that his family were safe, but feared the worst.

Snapping out of my short daydream, my eyes widened and raised the crowbar. Jeremy was dead, and had been dead for many hours, I guessed. I blew out my cheeks and used all my strength to destroy this thing with just the one strike.

As I brought the crowbar down onto Jeremy's head, I closed my eyes. I knew if this were a human being, there would be more of a chance of spreading blood. But these things were already dead, and their blood was thicker, making the mess a lot less devastating than if I was performing this action on a normal person.

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