Zombie Armageddon 4: Dead Veil by Woodhead Ian

Author:Woodhead, Ian [Woodhead, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-11-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

From his hiding place, Ernest heard the howl of agony, and it all but turned his bones to jelly. He knew that he ought to be ecstatic, maybe even jumping up and down, knowing that he had managed to hurt one of those monsters, maybe even killed it.

Not that he could jump up and down in here, whether he wanted to or not. Squashed behind the walls of one of the huge walk-in freezers in the warehouse, Ernest was having enough trouble just trying to squeeze his way through the confined space. Apparently, I have been indulging in a few too many chocolate puddings; he thought and had to stifle a chuckle.

Ernest stopped struggling to climb through the narrow space and took several deep calming breaths. He had to keep himself on point. The undamaged monster would have a rough idea of Ernest’s whereabouts, but if he didn’t chill the fuck out and stay calm, he’d stand out like a ten-inch dildo at a lesbian convention.

Despite the dire circumstances, and is efforts to the contrary, Ernest still found himself smiling. That phrase used to be one of Darren’s favourite phrases.

At least there was no fear of the monster finding his son. The lad could look after himself. He was a tough little bastard. Darren would have already found somewhere to hide, of that, Ernest was sure.

He also had the added bonus of having little or no brain activity, so the thing would have no chance of homing in on Darren’s thoughts.

"Unlike you, Ernest." He said aloud, jumping a bit at the sound of his own voice. He knew that he had to get himself under control, and quickly.

The image of a lush green field peppered with bright purple flowers lunged to the front of his mind; ancient oak trees lined the perimeter. He smiled. This was not some random picture that he had concocted in his head. He remembered bringing Darren here when the boy was just a tot. Back when his lad was cute and innocent, two words that were hard to associate with the young man his son had become.

He could still see Darren racing through the field, screaming and laughing, stopping every few minutes to ask Ernest to name another plant and tell him what those birds were called, or ask if rocks had feelings, or if the oak trees had elves living inside of them. His eyes were full of wonder and curiosity.

Ernest had not had a clue what most of the stuff was called. Like most folk who lived in the Breakspear estate, his knowledge of the countryside was limited. It didn’t stop him though, Ernest just made up the names as he went along. It seemed to pacify the boy’s raging curiosity. Until, at least, he found something else to ask. It seemed in those days long passed, the lad had been sure that his Dad knew everything. This was another part of Darren that was long gone.

Ernest suddenly stopped, holding his breath as he placed his ear against the wall.

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