Henry!” Becca gasped, as her brother rushed into the sheriff’s station holding a blood soaked arm.
Dells knew the boy. He wasn’t a mastermind of crime or even a punk drug dealer who fancied himself some sort of half-assed gangster. No, this late teen was more of the type that got into trouble doing stupid bullshit like lighting the desert on fire with bottle rockets or getting busted stealing bottle of booze from their small town’s only grocery store.
“Were you bit?” Mickey was quick to ask.
In the background, the smell of fresh blood seemed to be exciting their prisoner and he thrashed himself against the bars with complete disregard for his own body.
“Yeah and it hurts like hell.”
Mickey turned to face Dells. “Then we need to get rid of him. You saw what happened to Janice and the others. He could be becoming one of those things.” As if to emphasize his point, a high pitch scream could be heard in the distance.
“Hey, wait a second,” Henry complained. “I’m not dead. I think they’d have to kill you first.”
Dells pointed at the trashing UPS driver. “I don’t think he drove all the way here after being dead.”
Bill said, “Do you really think he’s dead?”
“I shot one in the chest and it kept coming,” Dells said while moving toward his desk. “Whatever they are, it isn’t good. But the kid is right. They aren’t talking once they lose it.” Looking Henry’s way, “I’m going to have to lock you up though, just to be safe.”
“Screw that!” Henry yelled. “I’m not going to sit here and be trapped while the town goes to shit.” He made a break for the door, but Mickey and Bill grabbed at him. He tried to fight again them, but with his wounded arm, he didn’t have much chance.
“Becca, Help! Don’t let them do this to me.”
She walked behind the men while the sheriff opened the door. “Come on Hen, this is the safest thing. They could just be putting a bullet through your eyes.”
“And we still might if he turns into one of those things,” Mickey said.
“Put a lid on that crap,” Dells ordered. “The only way to test your theory is to do something like this anyway. It doesn’t seem like we’ll be getting help soon, so we need to figure out what’s going on ourselves and with most of our medical experts dead, it’s up to us, okay. Okay?”
A series of loud moaning sounded from outside.
Bill stood closest to the window and said, “Holy Jesus, they’re here already.”
“How many?” Dells asked as he lifted his M-4 off his desk.
“Looks like three, but one of them is Fran Tucker and Vinnie G is out there. Oh man, he’s a mess. Half his throat is gone and the whole front of him is covered in blood. His arms have nasty holes in them.” He turned back toward the others. “How could this be happening so fast?”
Mickey had made it to the window. “No living man could be walking around with wounds like that. They have to be dead.”
“They’re zombies,” Henry whispered.
“What?” Bill asked.
“He said they’re zombies,” Becca answered for her brother. “Henry was always into Dawn of the Dead and that kind of shit.”
Bill said, “Quiet down, I think they heard us. They’re coming this way.”
“Alright,” Dells started. “Let’s move then before they reach the doors. Remember to shot for the head. Becca watch your brother.”
“I can fight too.”
He glared at her.
Dells lead the way as the three men moved onto the faded grass of the station’s yard. At once, the three jerking forms lumbered their way. Dells didn’t hesitate this time and Vinnie’s head was pierced by his first shot. Fran Tucker went down next. It took Mickey three tries, but the third moaning killer took a head shot.
“While we’re out here, let’s get my one of the sheriff trucks and-”
But his words got cut short when Father Garcia rounded the corner of the building and grabbed Bill’s shoulder. Bill began to scream, but there was nothing they could do to stop priest’s teeth from tearing a huge chunk out of Bill’s jugular.
“Holy hell!” Dells yelled and raced forward and kicked the priest away. But the damage had been done. “Get him inside now!” he yelled before putting a bullet through Garcia’s skull.
Becca opened the door and helped Mickey get Bill inside.
Dells was just about to join them when he saw that the shots had drawn others. Nearly a dozen gruesome forms headed their way. “How could this happen so fast,” he whispered.
“Sheriff, come on!” Becca frantic form screamed at him.
He wanted to stay and put these poor folks out of their misery, but realized that Bill could become a real danger quickly so he hurried into the station and slammed the door behind him.
A Lock Down, Bite Down continues next Saturday!