The Demented Z (Book 1):The Demented by Thomas Derek J

Author:Thomas, Derek J. [Thomas, Derek J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2013-12-08T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9: Deep Black

After the initial attack, Hank and Rachael raced across the street, between several houses, and now found themselves behind a locked door in someone’s shop. There were at least two demented pounding on the door from outside. On top of that, neither of them had any idea what had happened to the others. During their sprint through the yards, they heard Ben racing behind them, but he must have changed direction at some point. Arriving at an unlocked shop, they saw only the two demented behind them before slamming and locking the metal door.

They both backed away from the door as the pounding continued. Realizing at the same time that they were in a dark shop with unknown occupants, they both spun around, surveying the interior. It was nearly pitch black, with only a small window on the far side letting in the meager light of a distant street lamp. Only shapes could be made out.

Rachael closed her eyes for a ten count and then re-opened them, hoping to gain some night vision. The darkness seemed even thicker, somehow closing in on her. She reached out for a light switch, but could not find one. Panic began to consume her, believing something was waiting in the blackness about to attack, she was having a hard time breathing. Her heart was racing. Terror gripped her as she reached out for the door, needing to leave the dark confines of the shop. Knowing only death waited outside the door, she still could not stop her hand from grasping the deadbolt's handle.

A steadying hand rested on her shoulder, pulling her back from the brink. It somehow grounded her, a link to the tangible. Hank whispered into her ear, “Relax…if there was something in here with us, we would know it by now. Just relax, were gonna be alright.”

Rachael did not know if Hank was aware of just how close she was to completely losing it, but his timing was perfect.

Hank worked his way farther into the shop using his peripheral vision, the advantages were slight, but used properly a difference maker. He could just make out a work bench next to him, piled with tools and gadgets. Looking through the items and occasionally reaching out to feel some of them, Hank continued to shuffle along the counter. Nearing the end of the long counter, he finally found what he was looking for.

With a click, a welcome beam of light split the darkness, giving a narrow view of the shop's contents. A trailered boat sat in the center, surrounded by a long counter on one side and sets of cupboards mounted to the far wall.

Even with the loud pounding at the door, Rachael was able to breathe a sigh of relief, the flashlight giving her more comfort than she ever thought a flashlight could.

“Let’s stick with just the flashlight. I’m not sure if having all the lights on will draw more of them.” Hank said.

“Okay.” She said.

Hank found another flashlight on the counter and handed it to Rachael.

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