Since it’s Mother’s Day today, I thought what a wonderful thing to share the joy of zombies with all those mothers out there. So, a second sample sunday is in order. This time, from my book I Zombie I. If you’re interested in purchasing this book, you can find the links the retailers in the right navigation –>.
Susan’s screeching voice demanded I retreat from my personal void. The moaner had her pinned to the ground, and her gnashing teeth were snapping for her flesh. I grabbed a two-foot piece of rebar from a collection of construction debris and heaved for a homerun. The rebar connected with the moaner’s skull which instantly gave in to the strength of the steel. Rancid gore splashed out onto the sidewalk, a horrid tribute to Jackson Pollack.
Susan kicked up hard, and the moaner fell back, its head splitting the rest of the way open to allow the remainder of the sweet meats to spill onto the ground. Susan remained down, breathing hard, with Oreo-sized eyes staring up to the heavens.
“Batter up?” I smiled as I held out my hand. Susan took it, letting me pull her up. The shock registering on her face let me in on the secret that she wasn’t currently capable of taking this all in with the same humor I used to keep myself sane.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to—”
A tidal wave of pain took my attention as it washed through my head. It was quick and brutal. Brilliant flashes of light blinded me, and a loud, high-pitched whine took over my hearing. Susan was speaking, but I couldn’t hear her words.
As quickly as the feeling came, it made its exit out of the building of my skull.
“Jacob, what’s wrong?” I finally heard Susan’s concerned voice. “Are you okay?”
“My head,” was all I could manage to get out.
“Did you get hit by something?”
“No, I don’t know. I’m not sure what happened.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Susan had her hands on my arms in an attempt to comfort me.
“I’m—I think it’s passing.”
“What was that?”
“Headache, I guess.”
“I’ve never seen a headache drop someone to their knees like that.”
“It’s over. I’m fine.”
I didn’t want to tell Susan what I was really feeling. It was like my head had been pumped full of air until I could hear the joints in my skull creaking together. I hadn’t felt pain like that—ever. And the sound was as if someone had sneaked hearing aids into my ears and turned them up full-pitch. It was deafening.
Susan didn’t need to know how excruciating the pain was and how frightened I was that something was really wrong. All she needed to know was that, for the moment, I was fine.
“Shall we?” I gestured forward.
“Do we have a choice?” Susan smirked.
“I suppose we could return to the hotel.” I out-smirked her.
Unfortunately all of the shrieking that spilled out of Susan’s mouth did nothing to keep an entire block of moaners from finding us.
“Shit! Run, Susan!”
From out of nowhere, what seemed like a gang of moaners began to surround us. I had no idea how agile some of those fuckers were, but I decided we had to take a chance. I grabbed Susan by the arm and pulled her straight toward the circle of undead. Luckily, momentum was on our side, and we managed to plow through them without so much as a single one of them laying a hand on us..
We slipped into a building and pulled the door shut behind us. There was no way of knowing if the things had the intelligence enough to know where we had gone, or even if they knew how to open doors. I hoped like hell the early Romero movies were right, and the damned things were as stupid as a bag of hammers.
“What do we do now, Jacob?” Susan asked breathlessly.
“We wait.” I answered in kind.
“We have to get to my dad!”
“Susan, if you want to make it to your dad alive, you have to be quiet and wait.”
“But if we ran past them once.” She insisted.
“Susan, just trust me. Please.”
I would never understand the disconnection between young adults and logic. They could stare into the eyes of truth and reality and still be completely clueless.