Val: Prequel to The Zombie Chronicles by Peebles Chrissy

Author:Peebles, Chrissy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: zombie
Publisher: Chrissy Peebles

Chapter 22

Sammy’s fingers wrapped around a long, black object, a fire poker. “There are two more,” she said, handing me one.

“What are they doing in a jailhouse?”

“Look in the corner. I see sheets, a backpack, a dirty pillow and other survival stuff. Somebody used to hole up here before the zombies took over. Maybe we’ll be lucky and that person will come back.”

“Fat chance. That person either left or is zombie bait.”

“I was trying to be hopeful. So I don’t put myself in panic mode again.”

“Do you think there’s a gun in that backpack?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

“I’d love to get my hands on that backpack.”

“If only a zombie would be nice enough to bring it over.”

“Even if I shot Marvin’s men in a surprise attack, it still wouldn’t help us get out of here.”

“We can bash their heads in when they come to kill us in the morning.”

I sighed. “They’ll shoot us before we even get the chance. It won’t help us.”

“Let’s not dwell on it. I got a better idea.”

“You do?”

She smiled. “I do.”

“Spill.”

“We can kill zombies to release stress,” she said.

“Yeah? And what good is that gonna do us?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. At least it’ll make me feel better.”

“Feel better?” I asked.

“Look, Val, these days, whenever life knocks me down flat on my butt, knocking off a couple zombies always makes me feel a whole lot better. You’re the one who taught me that, remember?”

I let out a weak chuckle. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yep, and it works every time. So c’mon.” Sammy walked to the bars, and when a zombie wildly reached out for her, she stuck the poker right through its forehead. It dropped to the ground as decaying liquid poured out. “It’s great for tension release,” she said. “Take your own advice and just try it. I know you’ve got a lot of anger and frustration going on. Kill as many as you can. We don’t even have to worry about conserving ammo. I’m gonna kill the things all night, take down as many as I can before I die.”

My fingers gripped the weapon. “Hey, creep,” I said, “how about a good, old-fashioned game of zombie poker?”

“That’s the spirit!” Sammy said.

I drew closer to the bars, and a snapping zombie tried to bite my face off. With a powerful thrust, I impaled it right through the eye. As soon as it fell, I took down the next one that stumbled over it. We worked as a team, letting out all our anger, screaming and yelling as we sent the demons back to Hell. It wouldn’t help us escape, but there was some release in it, and taking them down would keep them from killing someone else.

Sammy rubbed her temples. “Ugh. Don’t they ever shut up? What do they have to complain about anyway? All they’ve gotta do is roam around finding something to eat. Look at that one, in the torn dress. They don’t even have to worry about making themselves presentable, paying taxes, or going to work in the morning!”

“No doubt.

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