Zombie Anthology by Anthology

Author:Anthology
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror, Short Stories, +IPAD, +UNCHECKED
Published: 2011-07-09T11:13:00+00:00

17

The would-be raiders quickly found themselves pinned down and outnumbered. "It's a trap!" someone shouted. O'Neil cursed whoever it was for being an idiot. The dead hadn't had anyway of knowing they'd be here, there were just that many of the creatures everywhere these days. Jennifer shoved O'Neil from his feet as a bullet whizzed through the space he'd been standing in. "Better keep your mind on the fight, sir!" she advised him, raising her M-16 and holding the trigger squeezed as she swept her line of fire across the ranks of the charging dead.

O'Neil hated the dead. Why couldn't the dead be unthinking, slow moving automatons driven purely by instinct alone like in the movies he'd seen as a kid, he wondered. Life freakin' sucks he thought as he pushed himself up and took aim at a creature running at the team of raiders with a hole through its ribs and a butcher knife raised above its head ready to strike. With a single shot from his pistol he dropped the dead thing permanently to the ground.

The dead were attempting to push around the raiding party, to flank them and cut them off from the docks where the half loaded motor boats waited. O'Neil knew if that happened they were all screwed. He bolted, running for the team's only way out as he saw Jennifer wrestling with a dead woman who'd made it past their wall of fire. Jennifer's rifle was gone and she struggled to bring her machete into play against the woman. She never got the chance. The woman lashed out with something that looked like a straight razor. Jennifer's throat opened, spraying blood.

As O'Neil reached the boats, Roy was there waiting for him.

"We've got to get the food back to the ship!" O'Neil shouted. Jim nodded. Most of their party was already dead or dying and they couldn't risk trying to save the others. Too many people on The Queen were depending on them. If they failed a lot more would die than just those here on the docks.

"What the hell is that?" Jim yelled, pointing at something behind O'Neil. O'Neil turned to see a dirt bike zigging and zagging its way towards them through the midst of the battle. Two human shapes rode it, one clearly a woman at the handlebars. "Fuck that," O'Neil swore bringing up his pistol to take a shot at her. If the dead thought they could send a suicide bomber on a damn dirt bike crashing into the motor boats they had another thing coming.

Jim struck O'Neil's arm, knocking his pistol's barrel downward to fire into the wood of the dock as he pulled the trigger. "Why the..." O'Neil started but Jim cut him off. "Those ain't dead folk," the older man snarled.

O'Neil glanced at the bike again as Jim leapt off the docks into the more heavily loaded of the two boats and fired it up. The bike skidded to a halt a few yards away from O'Neil. A

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.