The Climax of Screams, Knives, and Teeth

July 6, 2013 at 3:14 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Mitch looked on in horror as his wife was torn apart by the cannibalistic madman. Each scream was like a dagger ripping through his heart. Mitch was thrust back into his own reality when the backseat door he had half opened was yanked out of his hands.

A blood soaked face pressed in on him and the only thing that had given him a chance was the man had been forced to bend down. But this was no man, he quickly saw. Instead a female nurse with a horrible arm wound moved in to attack him. Despite her ferocity, she was a small thin woman and Mitch reacted on instinct and pushed her away with all his strength.

The woman snarled even as she fell back into a parked car. Her head smashed into it with a loud bang. Milky eyes grew still and she slid to the ground leaving a blood smeared dent in her wake.

I killed someone. … Screw it she tried to kill me and so will any of these other freaks if they get their hands on me!

Looking back, he saw that his wife had already stopped screaming. More of the insane flesh eaters had been drawn by the screams and they honed in on the only normal person they saw… him.

The chain-link fence stood only twenty feet away.


Grabbing his knife so hard his fingers ached, Mitch leap onto a hood of the blood smeared car that had just helped him kill the nurse. Three more of the things moved toward him. He jumped onto the sidewalk near the fence, which put him within five feet of one of the moaning lurchers.

“This is for my wife,” he yelled and then rushed the stumbling murderer. His knife stabbed the man in the face, but the tip just ran across his cheek bone. Instead of gushing blood only foul slackish ichor dipped off of either side of the viscous gash. The thing swung his arms awkwardly. Fingers clawed and pulled at him.

But the sight had stunned him. These things don’t bleed. Only dead bodies don’t bleed, right. I tried not to let myself believe it, but they’re the walking dead—they have to be!

Then another grabbed at his back, even as the third one, he had seen, rounded the car behind the one he struggled against.

I going to die, die and be eaten if I don’t to something. The eye—it worked before.

It took two tries, but just as the one in front of him went in for a bite, Mitch stabbed him through the eye. He wanted to put his knife free, but there wasn’t time. He pushed the man before him into the one coming around the car and then both toppled over. Instead of fighting, he just tore away from the walking corpse and rushed toward the fence.

Weaponless and alone, terror seeped through his bones when he saw that the one he just escaped from lead over ten more zombies his way. Speed was his only chance and he jumped onto the fence when he drew near enough. Mitch’s feet scrambled and his fingers pulled. Hands reached for his calves and ankles, but he was at the top of the fence. He clung on and kicked out violently.

For a moment he lost his balance and nearly his grip, but with a snarl of his own, he pulled with all his strength and his body toppled over into the school playground. He landed hard and a sharp pain lanced through his shoulder.

Holding his hand against this new injury, he got to his feet and just tried to breath. On the other side of the fence, the monsters gnashed their teeth and raged.

Mitch pointed his good arm at them with his fingers outstretched. “That was your freebie, you bastards. From this day forth I swear that I will never allow myself to be trapped by more of your kind.”

Having said his piece, he raced toward the school. Maybe they had something he could make into a weapon in there.

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