Dells watched in muted horror as the doors to the clinic flew open and nine stumbling blood splattered people, half of which he knew, came pouring out. Standen had barely noticed because he still wrestled with the small Janise girl that had her teeth clamped down on his left hand.
“Shot them, shot them!” the teen Becca screamed.
Dells indecision reached new heights, but his attention was drawn to his partner smashing the young girl on the side of the face with his pistol. This proved enough to knock her off his hand, but a blow that should have left her bed ridden and crying all day, didn’t faze her and she sprung back onto her feet and rushed Standen again.
This time he kicked her away. She lost her footing again, but scrambled to her feet like nothing had occurred. “Son of a bitch…” he started, but by then the victims from the clinic had drawn near.
Standen stood closer and they fell on him while he focused on the girl. “What the hell?” Soon his words were replaced by ear rending screams as three new mouths clamped down on him.
“Holy Hell,” Dells started several of the people rushed toward him on awkward stiff legs.
Becca grabbed his arm. “Either shot them or run!”
How could he run while his partner was being killed, but looking over he saw that Standen had already been pulled to the ground and it would be too late to do anything for him. It was also too late to make it to his vehicle, because the bloody mindless victims stood between him and his ride.
The girl had already run off, but turned long enough to yell. “Come on! If they bite you, you end up like them. They already got my brother.”
Her words snapped him out of the mind numbing horror he witnessed and he turned just as the first hands reached out for him. Sprinting forward he grabbed Becca’s arm and hurried her along.
“When are you going to start shooting them?” she got out between gasps.
“I can’t just go and shoot people. There could be a way to save them.”
“Can’t you shoot people that are murderers?”
“Well than all of those fuckers qualify. I left my brother in there. Oh God.”
“We need to get to the station, I have to call more sheriffs and get folks up here from Tucson.”
“With all respects,” she said while pulling a lock of auburn hair from her face, “screw that. Mary had just come back from Tucson. This had happened to her there. How do you know things aren’t worse there? We need to warn the people here!”
“You alright, sheriff?” a voice called out to him from a pickup truck. Mickey Gibson drove and Bill Adams rode beside him.
“I’m about as far from alright as you can get. I need you boys to take us to my station and consider yourselves both deputized.” They gave him a strange look, but stopped the truck so the pair could hop in.
Before Mickey pulled away, Dells heard fresh screams sounding behind him. He cursed as the truck pulled away.
A new Eternal Aftermath Story begins next Saturday!