March 24, 2012 at 2:11 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , )

A group of three Walkers forced the five of them to slow down just outside of the door to the library, which hopefully held Haeds’ arsenal. Sheriff Dells was still rushing up to aid Becca whose aggressive behavior had lead her to being their point.

The first one charging Becca was rewarded with a baseball bat to the teeth. She yelled as they bounced off the dirty tiles likes a handful of jagged snow. The second moved in at her back, but Dells was there and nearly took off its head with a swing of his bat. Emily took out the third with one of her few remaining bullets.

Devon stayed more worried about what they’d left behind than what lay before them, for nearly a hundred zombies crowded into the narrow hallway and toppled the flimsy tables aside. Like a rotting flood of flesh, they poured down the corridor after them. He yelled, “Get moving. They’re coming. We don’t have any time!”

Becca’s mad dash continued and she flung open the library door and rushed in without any hesitation.Devoncould just hear her shout, “It’s this way,” over the sea of moaning throats closing in on him.

Becca, Dells, and Fosters made it through the door and dashed ahead.Devonand Emily held up. “Em, this door has no lock!”Devonyelled. “Can you find anything to help keep it shut?”

Already half a dozen zombies pulled at it from the other side. Emily hurried to search through the nearby librarian desk. Then suddenly screamed, “Devonlook out!”

He felt icy hands grabbing into his shoulder and the rank breath of death in his nostrils a moment before theWalker’s head exploded and splashed his face with rotten gore.

“Devonthere’s nothing here!”

“Then we are just going to have to go for it, because I can’t hold this shut much longer. Can you see the others?”

“Yes, but there is a problem.”

“Holy hell, what is it?”

“They are clustered under some raised second floor, but the normal way up there has been destroyed!”

“There must be a rope ladder or something. We need to get one of us up there and then they can drop it down.”

“Okay, but one other thing.” He could hear the panic in her voice. “Devon, that was my last bullet.”

Check out how Devon’s Apocalypse Begun Here! 

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