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CHAPTER IV
(Mums the word) Zombie plan
Wendy lived alone in a large flat above
the supermarket in town with her son Mitch since her husband ran off
with a young checkout chick a few years back and had not been seen
since. The only way into the flat was a single solid door and along a
hall up some stairs then through another very solid door. The hall
had one other door that the original owners, who ran the supermarket,
would use for direct access to the storeroom. This metal door now had
a large rusted padlock barring entry. The fire escape out the back on
the wall was cheap, though ingenious way for the owners to comply
with fire regulations. Not much more than a modified extension ladder
really.
She worked in the credit union around
the corner as assistant manager and although nearly forty two now she
still got the looks from the blokes. Earlier tonight, while standing
naked in front of the full length mirror admiring her aging but still
quite acceptable looking figure, she remembered an incident a few
weeks ago. Mitch was in his room with his mate Warren when she
overheard him say half jokingly, “hey, can you hook me up with your
mum, she's so fricken hot man”,
She kind of guiltily thought he was
quite cute but of course, much too young.
She actually fancied his dad John, more though.
“Let's no get gross now, that's my
mum in your warped sexual fantasies” Mitch chided. Tonight they were off playing games.
An aluminum builder's ladder had been
adapted complete with safety cage, and fitted to the rear wall of the
supermarket. The rope had been replaced with a chain which was used
to lower the ladder to the ground.
The whole front of the flat sported a
large veranda with a solid waste high timber wall that gave privacy
from the street below. Wendy kneeled at the edge of the veranda and
cautiously looked over into the street below with a mixture of fear
and shock. People seemed to be fighting violently in the street.
Others ran screaming from the pub and others were jumping into their cars
and driving off at speed. She could hear police sirens in the back streets
but the worst thing was the screaming, it was everywhere. Wendy was
grateful that her flat was a large four bedroom fortress. A fortress
she was to share with three friends, and one complete stranger by the
end of this night.
She fumbled with the phone again and
tried to ring Mitch again, still no signal. She rang the police but
the emergency number was just swamped and constantly engaged.
Everyone else, except her friend Jane and her twelve year old
daughter Mina, was out, already dead, or not answering their phones.
Jane said she was scared shitless and was on the way over as her
house was all glass and crazy people were everywhere now.
She arrived a short time later, but
drove past slowly as there were about half a dozen of the anger
infested crazies wandering around below Wendy's balcony, looking for
anyone that dared to walk on the street. Wendy could see the fear in
Jane's face as the street lights flashed across her face.
An ambulance stopped up the road
outside the pub, its lights illuminating shop fronts with its red and
blue flashing lights. It had just arrived from the hospital, and the
two weary paramedics jumped out and disappeared into the pub.
Wendy could not see much happening at
the pub since all the patrons ran out earlier. She wanted to yell out
and warn them but, decided against it, she just did not want to let
those freaks know where she was.
She had turned all the lights off an
hour ago and was keeping very quiet and staying out of sight of the
street below. Next time, Jane drove past much slower, looking up.
Wendy quickly flashed her torch at her and signaled to go around the
back.
Jane stopped outside and almost
instantly four, then two more of the crazies slammed into the side of
her van, punching, tearing and kicking violently. Blood splatters
appeared on the side of the car and she could hear Jane screaming
inside.
One of the things ripped off a side
mirror and smashed it against the driver's window repeatedly until it
finally broke,showering Jane in glass fragments. The thing then
smashed the mirror into the side of Jane's head cutting her badly
above the ear. He grabbed her hair and tried to literally rip her out
of the car through the broken window.
Finally Jane hit the gas and screeched
off, her head slamming backwards into the car door as she broke free
of her attacker who was left staggering and dazed, looking at a tuft
of Jane's hair in his clenched fist. Wendy could see all this
surprisingly clearly in the dim street light, and was now terrified
and confused, but remarkably calm. She remembered a conversation she
had had with a friend who had been in the army and gone to fight in
Afghanistan.
She told Wendy that people were so
unpredictable in a life or death situation. She recalled an incident
where this really tough talking, apparently brave and fearless
soldier had simply gone to pieces when thrown into a battle
situation. She explained how a sergeant had become completely frozen
when they both became separated from their unit and pinned down in a
building by enemy fire from across the street. No matter how much she
yelled for him to pull himself together he could not be roused from
his state of shock. A guy who she thought of as a real soft type,
almost a wimp, had taken out the two gunmen almost surgically and
rescued both her and the sergeant and not even uttered a word during
the whole thing, even when she thanked him, he just nodded, smiled
and walked away like he did this sort of thing four times a day.
Wendy now felt like that timid
soldier, scared shitless but totally in control and thinking
rationally as she dialed Jane's mobile number. After what seemed like
a long time her friend answered.
“Hello,”
“Jane it's me, Wendy, where the hell
are you”
She was crying as she spoke and she
could hear the daughter Mina trying to calm her mother from the back
seat.
“I'm driving around just outta town,
Wendy I don't think I can do that again, I'm so scared”
“Look Jane go round the back and
stay on the phone I will lower the fire ladder so park with your
sliding door right up against the wall, then, if its clear you can
quickly climb up, Okay?”
“I don't know... I don't feel too
safe with no side window, and I'm hurt Wendy, I'm bleeding like a
fucking stuck pig”
Wendy was now standing looking out at
the dark lane behind the flat and there was no sign of life.
“Its clear, okay get here fast and
turn your lights off when you enter the lane”
Wendy heard frantic screams for help
coming from the main street. She cupped the phone and ran to see one
of the paramedics, the male running across the street with two or
three crazies on his back ripping into his neck and back. He fell to
the road and was still, the crazies seemed to be eating him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she said
to herself.
The screaming female paramedic was now
almost right below, running fast and getting away, when suddenly she
skidded violently across the foot path and onto the road. She had one
of the crazies wrapped around her legs. He had jumped out of her
front doorway and tackled the poor woman as she ran past.
“What's happening there Wendy,”
Jane barked into the phone.
“Nothing, just stay away from the
main street okay”
“Wendy, I am so fucking scared”
“Me too girl, hurry and get here”
“Almost there, just coming across
the bridge, Jesus Wendy I've seen crashed cars all along the side of
the road and the park is full of those crazy fuckers”
“Don't look, honey, just keep
driving,” she said as she ran down the hall and carefully opened
the door. The female paramedic had turned onto her back and was now
violently kicking at her male attacker managing to land one square
into his groin. The crazy, a slight young man screamed in pain and
let go. She was now up on her feet and about to bolt when she noticed
the open door and Wendy standing there. She spun on one foot to
change direction and ran straight in as Wendy slammed and locked the
steel door behind her. A microsecond later the crazy guy slammed into
it causing Wendy and the paramedic to squeal as they jumped.
“You okay?” Wendy asked
“Think so, just bloody shaken up,”
she said through her tears.
“Come up quickly, I've got to get a
friend and her daughter in through the fire escape upstairs,” Wendy
told the paramedic.
“By the way I'm Lizzy,”
“Hi, I'm Wendy,”
Jane pulled into the lane slowly with
the lights off and she could just make out Wendy's silhouette, and
that of another person at the top of the ladder. She told her
daughter to grab her backpack and get ready with the door.
“Okay Mina, as soon as I give the
word open that door and get up that ladder fast as you can.”
“Jane I'm lowering the ladder your
almost there, stop the car, get into the back then both of you jump
out fast and climb up as quickly as you can.”
“Got you, stopping now darl,” said
Jane as she stopped the car, killed the engine and jumped into the
back behind her daughter.
“Now!” she screamed. Mina threw
the door open and was on the ladder climbing as her mum admired the
speed and efficiency at which her daughter reacted. Jane was only a
few inches behind as they reached the top and Wendy began pulling the
ladder up.
There was a loud bang and a dark, fast
moving shape jumped up onto the roof of the van and quickly jumped
the three feet across to the ladder and began to climb immediately.
As he reached the top the women, now
clearly agitated and terrified, began punching at the dark figure who
kept climbing.
“Please for fuck's sake I'm not one
of them, please stop hitting me,” said the dark figure now standing
before the women holding both hands up to protect his now battered
face.
“Who the hell are you, you scared
the shit out of us,” Said Wendy.
“My name's Jason... Jason Mires,
I've been hiding down behind the pub since those things came in and
ripped the place and everyone inside to bits. It seems they can only
see a few metres but can hear really well. There were two others
hiding out there not far from me and a group of crazies were hanging
around out there scouting for victims it seemed,” he said pointing
up the lane to the car park behind the pub.
“One of them, a girl about twenty
stepped on a twig, a fucking twig, it went snap and they all turned
at once and ripped the two of them to bits. One of them, the guy, is
now running around the street, and he was the one who killed your
partner,” Jason said looking at Lizzy.
“I was too scared to even breath
until I saw your van stop and the ladder come down. I haven't seen
any of those crazy bastards around the back for a while now. Sorry to
scare you ladies but it was really terrifying down there, I thought I
was a gonna for sure. None of you are bitten are you?
The others looked at each other then
back to Jason.
“Nearly,” said Lizzy.
“Lost a piece of scalp,” said Jane
“Otherwise I think we are alright,
why do you ask?”
“I have been out there for about two
hours now and the three people that got bitten and got away, that is
not ripped to bits have gone like those others within an hour, so I'm
thinking it's some kind of virus or God knows what causing all this
crap,” Jason explained.
“No virus, or infection I've ever
seen,” said Lizzy.
“Life's full of little surprises,
lets get cleaned up, and.....please everyone keep quiet and don't
turn on any lights,” Wendy said.
The group had forgotten about the
crazed youth at the front door and as they leaned over the balcony to
look they could see he had ripped his arms to shreds on the front
door and had turned to look at a large black Ute coming down the
street with a group of men wearing baseball caps in the back. One of
them was swiveling a large powerful spotlight along the street. The
others were crouched in the back. When they saw the crazy who had
been banging on the door they all yehahed at once and the truck
screeched to a halt below and they jumped out and blew his head off
with shot guns.
One walked across the road to the
bottle shop and smashed the window with the butt of his riffle.
“What you guys drinking? Bourbon
okay with you,” he said as he climbed inside. A few minutes later
he emerged with a carton of cigarettes and two bottles of seventy
dollar premium bourbon, jumped back into the truck and they sped off,
the spotlight scanning the street for more targets.
What they were too dumb to realize is,
they were more of a target than what they were hunting.
By now all the survivors of the High
street fortress were kneeling out on the verandah looking on in a
mixture of shock and disbelief.
“Temporary Australians those one's,”
said Jason.
“Bloody retards,” spat Mina.
“Mina,”
“What! They are mum, I hate redneck
guys”
“Is there any easy way into the
supermarket below?” asked Jason.
“Yeah, but the door has a huge
padlock on it,” replied Wendy.
“Well I think based on what we just
saw we should get in and get as much food as we can in here before
those idiots we just saw, get hungry,”
“I agree, I'll give you a hand,”
said Lizzy as they walked back inside.
“Got anything to get that lock off,”
Jason asked Wendy.
“My ex husband's tool box is in the
spare room”
Jason found an old rust crowbar in the
toolbox and he and Lizzy headed downstairs.
Minutes later the lock snapped off and
he could undo the heavy bolts holding the door shut. He went to open
the door and Lizzy stopped him.
“Not so fast superman, I'll go in
first and you cover me with that thing,”
“Okay,” Jason said gesturing for
her to enter.
“Wendy, bolt the door behind us and
don't open it unless you hear us calling from the other side that it
is safe, otherwise ignore everything and don't open it for anything”
Jason added as he stepped inside behind Lizzy.
“Okay” Wendy replied closing the
door behind them.
Lizzy had only taken a few steps
inside when for the second time that night she was violently swept
off her feet and skidding across the shiny lino floor of the
supermarket.
Jason stepped inside to help but he
too was knocked down, the crowbar skidding out of his reach as the
face of the devil himself, complete with bloodstained teeth bore down
to try and bite the flesh from his face.
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