Devon and his wife Tracy watched as the other couple ran faster. The three distorted figures they had seen emerge from the apartment took up the chase, but could do little more than loop after them.
Tracy tensed as the couple raced up onto their porch.
The bleeding man threw a look over his shoulder. “Can we please come inside? We need to get away from those things.”
Devon thought that calling people things, no matter what their state, was strange, but let the people follow his wife inside. Once the four of them stood in his living room, Devon slammed the door shut and shot the lock home.
The couples eyed each other until Devon broke the silence. “So how bad is your wound?”
The man removed his hand and revealed a grizzly wound on the top of his forearm. “The bitch took a bite out of me.”
Tracy looked pale, so Devon sent her off to get her first aid kit. “So what are your names?”
“I’m Andy and this is Nicole.” Andy’s tall body towered over his blonde girlfriend, but she might have actually outweighed his rail thin form.
“So,” Devon said quickly. “Do you have any idea as to what’s going on?”
The sounds of fists slamming into the door caused Nicole to jump. Once the pumping started, it grew in volume and gave no indication of slowing.
Andy’s eyes darted to the door and then back at him. “I’m… I’m not sure. There’s a male nurse that lives a few doors down from me. I think I heard screaming from his apartment first. Some people went to check and this guy and his girlfriend attacked them. A bunch of people ran back to their apartments, but when they came back out, some of them started attacked us. It got pretty confusing after I got bit and we just ran.”
In his periphery vision, Devon saw his wife returning.
She looked into the room and screamed. A second later, the first aid kit fell to the floor and broke open.
Devon followed her gaze to the window that looked out onto their front porch and froze. There, glaring at them, was a women with half her face and throat torn away. There was no way she should have still been alive, let alone moving, but she snarled at them and then thrust her hands through the window.
The cuts and lacerations on her arms did nothing to slow her down and she had already gripped the back of the sofa and tried to pull herself into the room.
Without really thinking things through, Devon took a long step forward and swung his bat straight into her forehead.
She grunted, but kept coming.
His second blow landed on the back of her skull like an axe splitting wood. She released a gasp and fell across the couch unmoving.
Yet, before Devon could enjoy his success, the other two blood covered freaks began to push their way through the broken window. He stepped up and laid into them with his bat. He didn’t aim his blows and focused on just hitting them as fast as he could. Blow after blow fell. Fingers broke and teeth spiraled across the room.
After a blow to the center of his forehead, the first one through the window went limp, but the second madman rolled over the sofa into the middle of the living room. It tried to struggle to its feet, but Devon didn’t give it a chance. With a wild roundhouse swing, he hit it in the jaw so hard that its neck snapped and it crashed into their television and both toppled to the floor.
“Holy shit, dude,” Andy said. “That was pretty hard core.”
“I don’t play around when it comes to the safety of me and mine,” Devon replied while wiping sweat from his brow.
“But you just killed three people,” Nicole said.
“Yeah and there’s another one in the bathroom and another guy in my front yard.”
The couple looked at him like they might not have been sure if they picked the right house to hole up in and that was when they heard a screeching of tires. A loud scream sounded and then a crash as something big smashed into one of the palm trees that lined Devon’s front yard.
“What the hell now,” he cursed and ran toward the door.
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