The Last Casket (I Zombie) by Wallen Jack

Author:Wallen, Jack [Wallen, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Autumnal Press
Published: 2014-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

eight | thrill ride

Tonight you will go down

Kill you with a single frown

For all you did to me

All the time just give in

…Under Ghosttown’s Moon

The weight of the previous night’s celebration pressed down upon the heads of the slowly waking band. When the door to the bar crashed open and the white knife of afternoon sun slashed through the space, a chorus of groans rose from the waking dead.

“Everybody up,” Tuque whispered. He moved about the room nudging each of the sleepers with a foot.

“Oh come on,” Tom complained, “it’s not even a school day.”

“We have a situation.”

Todd sat up and tossed his shoe at Tuque. “Go away.”

Tuque flipped the lights of the bar on. The harsh glow of the bulbs cast a full onslaught of sun-like light over the room.

“This isn’t a drill. Get up…now.”

Kitty finally sat up; tendrils of black and white hair poured out of a knit cap emblazoned with a ‘Kreepsville 666’ patch.

“What is it Tuque?”

“I need everyone to follow me…now.”

Like the walking dead, the band rose and stepped in line behind Tuque, who gestured for silence. The hush-quiet group followed Tuque into the walk-in freezer.

“Tell me this isn’t some sick joke,” said Mike. “Me and cold don’t get along very well.”

Tuque shook his head, reached up, grabbed a chain, and pulled down. A pocket stair slowly descended to the floor of the freezer. Tuque gestured for everyone to climb.

“This isn’t where you gas us, chop us into tiny pieces, and serve our meat to the customers in pies?”

“No,” Tuque insisted. “Climb.”

One by one, the band members ascended the creaky, wooden stairs into a dark, musty room. When Turque joined them, he turned and pulled the stairs back up to their hidden position. A beam of light appeared from his hand.

“This way,” Tuque whispered.

The band fell into step behind and carefully walked across the wooden floor. A door opened. A woman in a pin-up, polka-dot dress waved the band onward, into yet another room. Once the door was pulled shut behind them, Tuque raised a pair of blinds to reveal the day-lit landscape.

In a panorama of horror, zombies stretched across the horizon – as far as the eye could see.

“Oh my God,” Kitty gasped. “What is going on?”

Tuque turned to address the band. “This happens every so often. No one knows for sure, but we think it’s the undead’s way of working together to find prey. If you stood on the roof, you’d see they completely encircle the area. There must be thousands of them. The only difference, this time, is…they’re much closer than usual.”

Kitty stepped in close to the window. “Jesus Christ. I’ve never seen anything so disturbing. What do we do?”

Tuque sighed. “That’s just it, there’s nothing we can do. If we take the fight to them, we’d wind up battling an entire legion of the damned. Personally, I don’t like those odds.”

“So…” Mike hesitated. “What are our options? Just sit around like a bunch of patsies and wait for the bullies to get bored?”

Tuque dropped a hand onto Mike’s shoulder.

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