Byron : A Zombie Tale (Part 1) by Wieczorek Scott

Author:Wieczorek, Scott [Wieczorek, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-01-13T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

With my weapon in-hand, I slowly made my way around the counter. There was nothing there. And then, I heard the sound over by the walk-in refrigerators and the cutting room. I slid the clear plastic vertical slat curtain aside as I made my way into the meat cutting room. There was dried blood all over. I was sure that at some point early point during the whole ordeal the place must have driven some creature mad with bloodlust! Apparently, the workers never had the opportunity to clean up after their shift ended. There was a slight smell of fresher blood, but this too had lost much of its potency. It was almost as if someone had cut themselves passing through many hours ago.

I signaled John to stay out of the room. At least as far as I was concerned, I was as dead as anything that could have been hunting us and had a better chance to survive an encounter. What the hell – I was already undead, what did it matter if I got bit again? Just like at the police station when that beast tore into my arm.

The cutting room looked pretty much as I had expected it to. In the dim light that was allowed through the viewing windows on the store-side of the room where customers could watch the butchers at work, I could see that the room was fairly simply arranged. Along two walls were banks of refrigerator doors. Along the third wall and under the viewing windows were long counter tops covered with plastic cutting boards. The third wall also contained the entrance to the butcher’s counter where I had just been. Several individual cutting tables were situated within the center of the room, creating meat processing islands.

Upon each of the counters were knives. Lots of knives! I picked up a couple of them for a little extra protection and slipped them into my pack.

While I was putting the knives in my pack I could hear something move in one of the refrigerators.

I shouldered my bat and approached the door with caution. Slowly, I opened the latch and pulled the heavy door open. Something moved fast, coming forward.

I tightened my grip on the bat and wound up, ready to unleash a death-blow. However, my strike would never come. Before I could react a broom handle came swinging right for my head.

I threw my left arm up to deflect the blow. The weapon broke as it struck my bone and sent a piece of the broom flying. Without realizing what was happening a figure had leapt from the room and shoved me to the ground with fists pummeling at me.

I knew at once that this could not be an undead beast attacking me. “Stop!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Get off me!”

As blows rained down on my head I could heard more movement from behind me. And then, “Tim! Stop! Get off him!” It was John yelling.

Wait! Tim?

I pushed the figure off me with all the force I could muster.

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