Zombie Instinct (Book 1): Molly (The Beginning) by Havens J.B

Author:Havens, J.B. [Havens, J.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Muddy Boots Press
Published: 2018-05-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

I don’t know how many miles I’d travelled. I’d been running full out nearly all day. The sun was setting behind the trees in a blazing show of colors. Even the sunset seemed more beautiful to me now.

Another clearing opened up through the trees about four hundred yards ahead. Settled in the small open space was a farmhouse. The windows were boarded up and nothing moved. If it was occupied, I’d have a fight on my hands, but I needed supplies. Better clothes for one. The white scrubs I wore now would be a beacon in the dark.

Skirting the clearing, I circled the property, looking for any sign that people were living there. No tracks marred the perfect snow surrounding the building. There was nothing to indicate that anyone had been here in years. I just hoped that there would be something inside I could use. Sunglasses would be amazing.

Listening carefully, I crept slowly toward the house. I heard nothing but the normal sounds of the forest around me. The peeling white paint and cracked, sagging porch told its own story of neglect.

Carefully stepping up onto the steps, I hoped they would hold when they creaked ominously. “Well, if this isn’t like every horror movie ever…” The thought gave me pause when I realized that I was the monster now, not the would-be heroine.

The rusty doorknob turned with a squeal and dust flew around in the air as I pushed the door open. Outdated and mostly broken furniture littered the room. Beer bottles, cigarette butts, and condom wrappers showed the house’s purpose, long before the dead walked.

“Well, at least the kiddies used protection.” Relaxing, I explored the house, finding much of the same in each room. Smashed bottles, graffiti, and evidence of parties.

Heading up the stairs, my bare feet left tracks in the dust. The first room I opened was the bathroom. Thankfully enough time had passed that the smell was gone but that did nothing for the sight of it.

I tried another door. Faded white lace and ruffles greeted me. “Sweet. Girl’s room.” Ignoring the bed and the leavings from a long ago party, I headed right for the closet. Popping open the doors, I found clothes of every color hanging neatly where their original owner had left them. They were mostly circa 1980 but it would have to do. Black jeans with a grey shirt and black jacket would work just fine. Stripping and changing, I found some shoes. Close enough to my size, maybe a little big but they would do until I found different ones.

A small vanity was tucked into a corner near the bed, pulling out the little stool, I sat. My reflection was blurry through the grime coating the mirror, a few swipes with my old shirt took care of that. The face looking back at me was that of a stranger. My eyes had huge pupils that were reflective like an animal. The grey iris’s now rimmed with a red circle. Kelle’s had been all red, with no other color left.

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