Shotguns, Bullets, and Bites

May 22, 2015 at 12:14 pm (Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Just because Henry stayed immune to the zombies’ attentions, didn’t mean they weren’t trying to tear Dells to pieces. Looking ahead, he saw Henry sprinting through the lumbering dead. “Yeah, don’t take a second to make sure I get through okay,” he said out loud, as he cut a line through the heads of four walking corpses that blocked his path.

Zombie Sickhouse

He tried to follow the youth while he raced toward where his sister was being held by one of the people who had just murdered Dells’ deputy, but the zombies grew thicker. Before long he questioned the wisdom of his plan to follow Henry.

He rifle went empty and he grabbed a magazine, but as he tried to jam it home, two large undead charged him and he was forced to use the rifle lengthwise to keep them at bay. Before he could stop them, they grabbed the rifle and tore it out of his hands.

With a curse, he drew the shotgun off his back and laid into them. He cleared a space, but it wouldn’t be enough. This could be it, but he stayed determined to go down fighting. Hands grasped and clawed. Teeth snapped inches from his face. He figured he was about done and that was when the head of the zombie to his right erupted with the jet of black blood. A second later the one to his left dropped and then two more. Looking back he saw four men on a nearby roof top. Two of them were his missing deputies.

zombie girl

“About time you guys showed up,” he growled under his breath, but he had too much to do to slow down. With their help, he created an opening to charge after Henry.

He saw Becca’s brother had almost made it to the house her capture had pulled her into and that was when a single shot rang out. Henry’s head jerked back and he went down hard.

Dells didn’t even have time to curse before more shots headed his way.

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Hurrying up a steep hill while helping a wounded man that weighed nearly three hundred pounds wasn’t the easiest thing Ned had ever done. It didn’t help that his brother complained every step of the way either.

Looking back, he saw they moved faster than the zombies, if only barely. Upon reaching the crest of the cactus studded hill, Ned turned and fired another burst at the zombies closest to them. He dropped a few, but emptied his magazine.

Zombie Sword

“This is only bringing us further away from Temple,” he said. “We need to get back to him and stick together. Maybe we should try to circle around.”

“Are you nuts?” Jonny panted. “I’m hurt real bad. I can barely catch my breath.”

Looking around, Ned spied a long saguaro skeleton rib. Picking up the five foot staff, he handed it to his younger brother. “Use this and keep going. I’m going to thin the herd a bit. There is a lot of gunfire going on down there. If we can just waste the ones on our back, we might get clean.”

Not bothering to wait for a reply, Ned jammed a new magazine home and got to work picking his shots. Almost at once he knew this idea wasn’t going to work well. Easily forty zombies had followed them up the hill and he barely had that much ammunition left. He thought about the bullets left in Jonny’s destroyed gun and cursed.

He was just backing up when he heard Jonny cry out and then start cursing. “Son of a Goddamn bitch!”

Rushing to his brother’s side, he saw him beating an already incapacitated zombie with the splintered end of his staff. The zombie looked fresh, like it had only passed over an hour ago, but Ned didn’t register these facts in his conscious mind, for he saw that his brother had been bit on the upper part of his left arm.

He struggled as various emotions tore at his mind. All the while the remaining zombies behind him drew closer.


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Lock Down, Bite Down Part VIII

October 5, 2013 at 10:31 am (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , )

Dells barely had time to snatch up his shotgun before the first zombie that had toppled through the broken window got to his feet. A second after that, its head was spread over the wall in a red fan of gore.

Henry clutched the bars of his cell and yelled, “Hot damn. Now that’s more like it!”

Dells eyed him while he felt his anger rising. “No one should be enjoying this nightmare,” he muttered loud enough for Henry’s sister to hear, but then everyone was forced to focus on the zombies forcing their way into the building.

Fresh Zombie

More windows shattered and when Mickey drew away from the door two more tumbled in through the shattered window there. Becca and Dells opened fire on the already gory figures. Walking dead with shards of glass protruding from their faces, necks, and hands lumbered toward them, just to be blown apart or receive rounds to the head. Mickey regained his senses and joined them in cutting down the zombies.

All the while Henry laughed, but as the undead began to get a foot hold within the building, he yelled, “Give me gun!”

“Fat chance, you lunatic,” Mickey shouted back at him.

Then Becca’s pistol went dry right when Dells’ shotgun had required a reloading.

Female Zombie Biter

With a roar, Mickey stepped up and shot zombie after zombie in the head. “How can there be so many?” he gasped right before a tattered and filthy zombie emerged from a side room and latched her hands down upon Mickey’s shoulder. Mickey tried to move away, but the fiend bent forward and bit into his cheek. With a wild scream, Mickey pulled away leaving a mouthful of himself in the dead woman’s wet jaws. With one hand, Dells pushed Becca behind him, while his right hand drew his pistol. Five well placed shots brought him to Mickey’s side. The man had killed the biter, but had emptied his gun as well.

Mickey's Last Day

Mickey’s Last Day

Becca screamed. “I need bullets!”

“No, there’s too many. Get to the cell next to your brother, it’s the only chance.” Dells emptied his pistol, but was able to grab his shotgun before he rushed the others back to the empty cell. Frantic seconds were wasted while his bloody fingers fumbled for the keys.

“Hurry, they’re coming!” Becca yelled and from the sounds of things, fear was finally taking hold of the brave girl.

“I’m going as fast… Got it. Hurry, get inside.”

He slammed the cell door shut just as the first of the zombies arrived. Within seconds a dozen of them flailed and thrust their arms through the bars at them.

“Holy shit,” Mickey muttered, while continuing to apply direct pressure to his cheek. Blood flowed through his fingers and dripped onto the floor in a steady rhythm.

“How are we on bullets?” Becca asked while they watched even more of their former friends and neighbors enter the sheriff station.

“I have about fifty rounds for the pistol on my belt and maybe ten shotgun shells in my pockets.”

“And for us?” Mickey asked.

Dells just shook his head.

“How about this pistol?” Becca asked.

“No, wrong caliber.”

“At least I have a knife,” she said while drawing a blade out of her back pocket.


“Well, crap,” Mickey said while he sat on a bed as far away from the zombies as he could manage. He looked up and the zombies and wrinkled his brow. “Hey, why are all the zombies outside of our cell. Why aren’t any of them bothering numb nuts over here,” As he spoke he jerked his thumb toward Henry’s cell.”

Dells thought for a moment, “Maybe they aren’t as attracted to people that have been bit. Try walking toward them, Mick. If they ignore you, you might be able to grab us some rounds.”

With a protesting groan, Mick got up and neared the cell bars. The zombies went mad trying to reach him.

Dells looked over at Henry. “Get a little closer to the bars.”

After making an annoying face, Henry stumped up to the bars. The zombies ignored him—acting like he was one of their own.”

“That’s strange,” Dells said.

“Maybe it was because he was bitten longer ago,” Becca suggested.

Dells also noticed that already Mickey had broken out in a sweat and his face looked flushed, but Henry showed no signs of sickness.

Henry saw him staring and said, “It’s not just strange, sheriff, it means you have to toss me the keys, because I’m your only chance of getting out of here.”






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