Zapacolypse by Mixi J Applebottom & Hayley Lawson

Author:Mixi J Applebottom & Hayley Lawson [Applebottom, Mixi J & Lawson, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-31T05:00:00+00:00

The car horn blared.

Hunter shouted to Doc, “Hey, I’m gonna check John.” Then he quickly fled the house.

John was outside of the cop car. “Hunter, you’ve got to see this.” he yelled, his ruined foot hovering above the ground. He was scooting away from the car on his one good foot.

Hunter looked at John, sprinting toward him. He knew the man wouldn’t be fussing over nothing.

John pointed to the back seat. “It’s Linda.” He was still hopping gingerly away, yelping softly each time his bad foot bumped the ground.

Linda’s eyes were glazed over; she was drooling and completely zoned out.

Hunter stared at her blank expression. “Monkey brains, what happened?” he asked.

John explained to Hunter. “I kinda forgot she was back there, she’s been so quiet. But when I looked into the rearview mirror, I could see she was scratching her arm. I called her name, but she didn’t really respond. Now she’s drooling and her eyes are bloodshot.”

Hunter looked closer through the window like he was at the zoo waiting for an animal to move. Linda was staring out. Her head turned quickly to face Hunter, so fast like she was going to break her neck.

She slammed her hands against the window, slapping the window, once, then twice, then again and again in painful repetition. Linda would shatter the glass at this rate.

Linda’s mouth opened and saliva dripped out of it. She opened it again. Hunter stared at her, confused. “Linda?” She stared at Hunter, her eyes empty, but her mouth opening and closing, her hand still slapping at the window in a painful rhythm.

She violently pounded her head against the car window.

Hunter stepped back in surprise. A piece of glass wasn’t going to stop Linda for long. She continued until her head started bleeding. Blood dripped down into her eyes and flowed into her mouth. She licked her lips, seeming to enjoy the taste. Then she carried on, spiderweb cracks beginning to appear on the car window.

What the fraggle rock? thought Hunter. He swallowed hard and tried to use his calm, commanding voice. “Linda, calm down.” Linda wasn’t listening. She carried on pounding against window until a hole started to form in the shattered glass. Her head pushed through the pane, glass tinkling to the ground.

Hunter didn’t want to shoot Linda. “Poppycocks!” shouted Hunter. “Linda! Can you hear me?” He glanced at John, who was still jumping away frantically on one foot.

Linda was now sick, just like her husband.

Hunter scanned the yard, looking for a plan, as she slowly inched out the window. The glass was catching on her skin, slicing as she crawled, but she didn’t stop. Hunter’s brain crashed a little as he realized she could have used the door handle. But, like her husband, she simply bashed her way through. He looked around their home; there had to be something. There was a washing line; he could tie her up. Hunter ran over to the washing line, picking the string that was the least worn, and quickly cut each end with the Swiss army knife he always carried.

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