Necrovirus: A Zombie Apocalypse by King James

Author:King, James [King, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2016-12-02T05:00:00+00:00

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As they had hoped, Juniper Avenue was free of zombies. Becky at last stopped running, and fell sobbing against the side of a nearby lamppost. She clutched at it desperately, as though it was a life line thrown to her in a storm. Matt supposed that it kind of was. He came to a halt next to her and, panting, his hands on his knees, he gazed around at her.

“You okay?” he asked at last. The words fell from his mouth: brittle, ridiculous, hopelessly unequal to the moment. But they would have to do. They were all he had.

“Becky...?”

She shook her head, screwed her eyes shut, still clinging to the lamppost, embracing it as though it were a long lost lover who she feared she might soon lose again.

“It’s okay...” Matt said at last. He reached out, placed a hand on her arm. The contact seemed to do something for her, because she glanced around, gazing at him with her tear streaked face. Her lips trembled and her expression was shot through with horror. But with something else too? Matt swiftly realised what it was. Anger.

“What is this...?” she said at last, her voice sounding simmering and deadly, “what the fuck is this...?”

“I don’t know, Becks,” he returned, rubbing her arm, fearing that he was doing the wrong thing, but going ahead anyway, trying to be of some comfort.

“Well whatever it is...” Becky went on in that strange, deadly, watery voice, “I want it to stop. I want it to come to an end. Right now. I’ve had enough already, do you hear? Enough!”

The last word, spat out, in hate, in anger, in burning ice cold fire.

“Nightmares...” she said, “...nightmares you are supposed to be able to wake up from, but this... this... it just keeps going on.”

Matt nodded, squeezed her shoulder. He knew how she felt. He was feeling much the same way. The insanity of it all was beyond endurance. The intensity of the nightmare.. it was like awakening to find yourself stranded on a hostile alien planet.

Becky looked around at the lamppost she was embracing. With a brief expression of distaste, she let go of it, and stepped backward, seeming almost to reject it. Then she looked around at Matt: her face hard, traumatised, and possibly insane – but at least she wasn’t screaming. At least she wasn’t crying. That, Matt thought, was a good start. Suddenly, oddly, a word suggested itself to Matt. Survivor. That was it. Becky looked like a survivor of some huge and horrible cataclysm. But being a survivor was good. Wasn’t it?

“So what do we do now?” Becky asked, “I thought that I’d ask that before you had the chance to ask me.”

Matt offered a smile that he supposed looked as horrible as it felt.

“I’m going on to Sycamore Avenue,” Matt replied, “find my mum and then get the hell out.”

“The hell out? Of Alchester, you mean?”

“Yes. I abandoned my car at the side of the road when I saw the helicopter crash.

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