Zombie Town by R.L. Stine

Author:R.L. Stine [Stine, R.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The zombies pressed forward. Lurching stiffly, their hungry eyes locked on us. Their sick, sour smell surrounded us. They groaned and grunted, deep, throaty moans of the living dead.

Panic choked my throat. My hands were squeezed into tight fists. I glanced down and saw that I still had the door handle in my hand.

I don’t know where I got the courage. I didn’t even think about it. It just sort of happened.

As the one with the moldy teeth drew closer, I swung my arm back—and flung the door handle into his face.

The handle made a sick, squishy sound as it hit. A piece of green skin ripped off.

“Yaiiii!” The zombie let out a squeal and grabbed his torn cheek.

The others joined in, howling in anger, their bodies moving excitedly up and down like puppets.

“What did you do?” Karen shrieked. “You—you made them even angrier!”

“What difference does it make?” I yelled. “They’re going to get us anyway!”

The snarling, howling zombies staggered closer.

Karen and I stepped back. We hit the back wall. Nowhere to run.

This is it! I thought in horror, as I felt the velvet curtains behind me. This is as far as we can go.

We pressed ourselves into the thick curtains. I closed my eyes. The zombie smell sickened me. Their horrifying moans rang in my ears.

I heard a loud click.

And the wall gave way!

“Whoaaa!” I cried out as Karen and I fell backwards. We thudded to the floor in a tangle of velvet curtains.

“A door!” Karen cried, struggling to untangle herself from the curtains. She scrambled to her feet. “Another emergency door!”

I glanced back through the open door. A zombie stared back at me with one eye. A trail of yellow slime oozed from its other eye socket.

The other zombies crowded behind it.

Karen and I took off, racing down the stairs to the lobby.

Please, let the front doors open! I thought as we stumbled across the slick lobby floor. Please!

We slammed against the metal bars—and the doors flew open!

As we burst out onto the sidewalk, Karen slipped in a rain puddle. She landed hard on her hands and knees.

“Get up! Hurry!” I took hold of her arm and tried to pull her up.

Karen glanced over her shoulder at the theater.

“Hurry!” I repeated.

Karen finally stood up. But she didn’t move. She kept gazing at the theater with a frown on her face.

“What are you waiting for?” I shrieked.

“Nothing. I’m thinking,” she told me.

“Oh, great! Why don’t you think about getting out of here?” I took her arm again and tugged her across the street.

“I’m not so sure we have to hurry.” Karen pointed to the theater. “Look, Mike. The lobby is still empty.”

“So what? The zombies are slow, remember?”

“Not that slow.” Karen stared at the theater. Then at me. Then she burst out laughing.

“Are you nuts?” I hollered. “What are you laughing about?”

“The zombies!” she exclaimed. “I figured it out, Mike!”

“Huh?”

“I figured it all out,” Karen said.

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