By Lee Marshall
I’m an idiot. That’s what I am. A complete and utter idiot. Yeah, I’ll stay and fight with you.
What the fuck was I thinking? Jesus! IDIOT! I’m standing behind a blockade holding a gun in my hands. Don’t know what gun. Like I said I’m an idiot, I haven’t got a clue what gun it is, I know what type of gun, it’s a machine gun, I think.
Standing here, with a gun, in the rain, why’s it always raining when you’re facing your death? Huh? Answer me that one? Where was I? Oh yeah, standing. Gun. Rain. Idiot. Idiot standing in the rain with a gun behind a blockade. I could make a joke and say this is how I always spend my Saturday nights, but this stopped being funny a decade ago.
Idiot. I’m going to cry, honest to god going to cry. Idiot, gun, rain, blockade, zombies. Zombies? Zombies! How the fucking hell do you get zombies? One day your watching your favourite film and the next your running from zombies. Zombies. How the f….
‘Here they come’
She always interrupts me when I’m thinking. Sarah, my girlfriend, standing beside me in the rain, gun in her hands, wish it was another kind of gun, she’s just as terrified as me. Expect she’s better at hiding it. If you asked who has the most balls, she’d win, I’m a wimp.
WHAT THE FUCK!…. ZOMBIES! ….GOD!
How the hell do you prepare for something like this? Not like there’s a zombie survival guide, hang on, there is, I’ve read it. Bet the writer of that book is laughing his head off in a cabin in the woods.
Haha I told you about them, you thought I was nuts, haha, whose sorry now? haha.
I’m cold, wet, holding a gun and there’s a thousand undead townsfolk walking towards us, some run by the way. Don’t know how, thought zombies walk slow and drag their feet.
Sigh. Zombies. Stupid fucking zombies. You wondering how we have zombies? Bet you are. Who I’m I talking too? Myself? Great now I’m talking to myself, in my head, out loud will get me shot.
Well, no monkey madness, no moon space virus, no hell too full shite here my friends. No sir, not here, this undead walking crap is down too, too? Okay I don’t know what it’s down too, but its here and it’s real and I’m going to shit my pants.
Think someone said it’s a military thing, read once on a website that a mosquito bite had brought back some people after they died, said they came back for a few hours in a violent rage then they died again.
The military came and took samples and left.
Always the military’s fault but come on, mosquito bites? What a load of shit.
‘Shoot the fucking things’
Sarah interrupting my thinking again, good call.
I snap out of it in time to see a zombie coming straight towards me with the idea of wearing my guts as a hat. I lift the gun and pull the trigger and close my eyes. Damn thing has a kick. I open them again after a couple of seconds and see nothing. I take my finger off the trigger and look over the blockade and see my zombie with his head missing. Seems my shot had cut up his body before finding his head to take off.
Damn proud of myself for that and I didn’t shit myself.
‘What the hell are you doing?’
Sarah again, she’s such a considerate person, I just killed someone and she’s acting like I farted in a lift.
I mutter something; don’t even know what I said but it got me a slap.
‘Snap out of it you useless idiot’
Got to love that girl, she makes me fell two foot high; damn I want to fu…
Another slap for thinking about sex on the job. Woman always knows when I’m thinking of it.
I turn back round to see the wall of family, friends and nut jobs coming towards us. The police, army and any one that stayed to fight is firing at anything that moves. I raise my gun again and open fire at the nearest target. My bullets ripe though the upper body of an old woman and across. Her arm falls off but she doesn’t stop, she just looks at me, her eyes filled with blood and something else, I stare into her eyes and watch her walk towards me. I open fire again and take away her legs. She falls to the floor like a bag of shit. She lifts her head and locks eyes with me again and that’s when I realise what’s driving her, what it is she wants, what it is in her eyes.
A uncontrollable hunger to consume living flesh. You hear about the reports, you listen to them, you hear them say and you know from books and movies that that is what they want but until you see it for yourself and you look into the eyes of your death, you never really believe it. Now I do. Now I’m truly terrified. Now I want to go and hide and cry and piss my pants. Now I want to be on a beach under the sun. Now I want to tell Sarah I love her and fuck her brains out before I die. Now I want to live.
I open fire at the undead old bitch and I don’t stop until I take her head off and I don’t even stop then, I fire this big stupid gun until it runs on empty and her corpse is nothing more than a pile of blood and pus and ripped meat.
‘Give me your gun’
I turn to see an army man standing there.
‘GIVE ME THE FUCKING GUN, KID’
I hold it toward him. He takes it off me and in a blur he takes the empty clip out and puts a new one in and shoves the gun back in my hands. He turns to Sarah and hands her a bag of clips. She looks like she’s about to cry.
‘This is all I can give you. If you run out, run and kid, don’t ever stop running’
With that he turns and runs towards more people, I watch him as more people around me fire on, he takes their guns, he gives them a bag, he says the same thing to them and he runs again.
But I catch his eye before he disappears. His look says everything. His look shouts at me.
‘Kid, don’t ever stop running’
Then he’s gone. I hope he lives to see better days.
Sarah screams my name and I turn back to see her on the floor staring up. I follow her gaze and there standing on top of the blockade is my enemy. Not a friend, not a brother or sister or the guy that jumped the queue last week. Just my enemy.
Things clear and I lift my gun. I follow the front sight and I open fire at the bastard. He turns to look at me. His face ripped apart. Teeth showing though what’s left of his face. Blood pouring out of his mouth. A nightmare I’m always going to have.
The bullets cut though his face and blood and brains leave though the back of his head. The body falls down hard against the blockade.
I watch and I turn to face the other monsters coming my way. I’m terrified, I’m a idiot, I’m going to die, but before I do I’m going to kill as many of this cocksucking fuck-witted undead pieces of shit as I possible can.
Sarah gets up watches me. I can feel her eyes burn into me, I don’t move my body as I glace from the corner of my eye and smile. She returns my smile and opens fire on the zombies.
Two months ago I was sitting in my room playing video games and watching films, now I’m standing next to my girlfriend firing endless rounds of death into mindless zombies.
Funny how things change.
The zombie advance on us and I watch as they overcome the blockade to my left. The soldiers fall screaming as they are eaten alive. I continue to fire on our section. The zombies make their way over the blockade, a tidy wave of rotting flesh and snapping teeth.
Sarah shouts that they are getting too close and turn to the right in time to see a police officer get dragged over the wall. The screams ring in my ears and I watch as zombies overcome us.
My gaze takes me form one end of the blockade to the other and I catch Sarah’s face. I look at her and notice the tears rolling down her face and that the barrier that she put up has fallen. I give one more look around us.
Nothing but death and screams and I remember his words.
‘Kid, don’t ever stop running’
Fucking great advice. I throw the gun over my shoulder and I grab the ammo bag and a grab Sarah’s hand and shout at her to follow me.
We run, I feel like shit for running, no, I don’t, I should have done this in the first place, should have said fuck off to staying and fighting, should have done a lot of things.
We run and run and I realise that I’m an idiot for not knowing where it is I’m taking us too.
Then I notice something. The zombies are smarter than I thought. The police and army had tried their best to get all the dead to come at us from one place. They forced them all into one street and blocked all side streets off. I guess it didn’t work.
The zombies were making their way though the side streets by using the building. They were coming though the god damn buildings.
We didn’t stop. Running forward and not looking back. I could still hear gunfire in the background, there were some still alive. Why the hell didn’t they run? Why stay and be eaten. I used to think drowning would be an awful death but being eaten alive is a more horrifying end.
I hear something else in the background as well, I hear Sarah’s crying, I stop and kiss her quickly and tell her its going to be okay, I tell her I’m going to get her out of here and we’re going to be safe and happy.
Look at me, from idiot wimp to confident hero in less than an hour, zombie plagues do wonders for your self esteem.
She hugs me and won’t let go. I try to look around for a place we can head too that would be safe. I’m thinking of everywhere and anywhere that we could hold up in till the morning light.
Oh did I forget to tell you that’s its night. Wonderful isn’t it. Idiot. Gun. Rain. Zombie plague. Night. Yep, you’ve got everything you need for a good zombie movie there.
Back to the task at hand, saving our arse’s so I can get laid. Sorry, but I’m not dieing before that happens.
Zombies ruin your sex life.
Then it hits me. I know of a place. I place that will be safe. Big doors, stone walls. History said it kept out the townspeople, they attacked it trying to get at a murderer. You’ll never guess what it is.
A bloody church.
I whisper in her ear and I tell her where we’re going. She just nods her head and wipes away the tears. She looks me straight in the eye and opens her mouth to speak but no words come out.
I pull away and open fire on some zombies. I’ve gotten used to this gun. I’m really started to like killing things. I’ve turned into a damn American.
I scan the street and take in all the chaos. Cars on fire, people screaming and shouting, gunfire and bombs going off all around us.
People running for their lives and praying to god.
The monsters crawling and biting and moving forward in their search to quench their hunger.
I’ve only ever seen a battlefield on the news, images from Iraq, they’re not anything like this. Right here, right now, blood flows though the street and body parts lie half eaten. A corpse is still breathing, impossible considering his face has been eaten and the skin on his rips has been torn off.
Sarah asks can we go now.
I take us up though the main street. Always looking out for attackers. As we move further along the street, pausing to catch a quick breath, I notice that the street is emptying, that we are leaving the damned behind. There are still one or two walking about. Staring at themselves in shop windows. Clawing at their own images, wondering why they can’t eat themselves. Think I gave them too much credit before, saying they’re smarter; they’re smarter because they’re acting so dumb.
I take us further up and tell Sarah that we’re going to cut though a side street, side street meaning an ally way.
‘Are you stupid?’
Just as I’m starting to feel good about myself.
‘Are you completely stupid? We don’t go walking though an ally way. If there are any zombies down there, we won’t be able to get out. We’d be taped between two walls and the undead.’
She had a point but walking all the way round the long way will take forever and more chance of them spotting us.
‘We have to go this way, it’s quicker and even if there are one or two zombies, we can take care of them’
‘What if you’re wrong? What if there’s more?’
Looking down the ally and realising she’s got a good point, what if I’m wrong? I could be leading us to our death and there will be no one around to save us if we get into trouble. I do my best to reassure her.
‘If we run into trouble, I’ll shoot you first.’
Idiot. Another slap, getting more today than I have in a lifetime. A zombie starts to make its way towards us which makes Sarah’s mind up for her.
‘Okay, this way but if we get into trouble I’m so going to kill you’
Woman, no matter what, they always say they dumbest of things in the worse situations.
I tell Sarah to watch the zombie coming towards us as I look for a flashlight in the ammo bag, I push aside ammo clips, food and medical supplies, this bag was put together with some thought. I find what I’m looking for at the bottom of the bag. A heavy duty flash light, no wonder the bag weighed a ton.
Sarah lets rip with the machine gun, her aim far superior than mine, she takes the zombies head off at the neck. Its head hanging from a strip of flesh to one side. Still walking forward. Let it try and catch up.
I turn the light on and go first into the ally, Sarah following quickly behind. The light makes the shadows jump and dance upon the walls, I find my eyes darting from one shadow to the other, looking for something that isn’t a shadow, looking for some nightmare creature to come out of the shadows and bite another hole in my ass.
Sarah glares back down the ally as we turn a corner; she says there’s no sign of being followed. She asks how far this ally goes. I tell her that this ally runs the length of the shops. It goes a though the shopping centre and out towards a park were the church is.
We make are way as fast as we can. We move past locked back doors of shops I went to recently, we moved over turned over garbage bins and bags of crap, we moved slowly under a broken window that emitted moans of countless monsters. We got half way down the ally when things turn to shit.
A shadow I didn’t give a good enough look comes alive and grabs Sarah by the ankle. Sarah falls on top of me and I went face first into the floor, my gun goes off and bullets imbedded themselves into the wall, my gun sliding away from me.
I turned and saw the creature; he must have been one of the homeless that made their way here from time to time. It didn’t matter now, all that mattered was that he wanted to kill and eat us, like fuck was I going to let that happen.
A made a grab for my gun but Sarah was kicking at the zombie and holding on to me, trying to get away. She screamed as it made its way towards her. I got some ground on the gun and reached. Sarah screamed again and this time, something screamed back.
She went silent for a second and then started to kick at the thing again. She had one foot loose from its grip; she kicked it hard in the face, smashing her heal into its nose, the strength of her kicks forced the creature back for a few seconds at a time, its nose disappeared in a explosion of blood and the front of its face caved in.
I pushed forward and grabbed the strap, I pulled the gun toward me and managed to stand up, that’s when I saw it, the zombie had its lower body missing. It was dragging itself across the floor with its intestines dragging behind. My kick nearly took the damn things head off.
Sarah crawled free, I helped her up and took aim at the zombies head, I looked at this pitiful thing before me and hoped to god that I never become one of these things.
Just about then the sky rained glass.
Sarah screamed. Looking up all I saw was falling glass; I covered my face and tried to shield Sarah with the ammo bag.
We heard the moans of the zombies.
Sarah was looking up. ‘We should run’
I looked up to see the first zombie fall out of the first floor window. We didn’t wait around for the rest.
We ran like hell.
More glass shattered and the sky began to rain the undead death. Sarah’s scream had given the zombies everything that they needed to know. You tend to forget that not every single zombie was making its way though main street. These had been stuck eating there way though WH Smith or giving the manager something to complain about and all of them were drawn towards this ally.
The backdoors of the shops were banging, the zombies trying to force them open. I hoped that they found a way to open them after we had made our way out of this place.
‘I see the end’ Sarah shouted to me from far in front.
I pushed myself to catch up, told her to wait for me, wait and not go out into the open alone. I saw her head faster to the street light before I could call out her name the door to my left explosion and the zombies made there way out.
I can’t get past, I can’t get past, bitch left me and I can’t get past. I screamed her name and screamed it until I could think straight again. I lifted my gun and fire at them. I shot as many as I could see but they didn’t stop and fall down dead, then I heard noises from behind. They were coming from both directions.
This is it, I’m dead, I’m gone, I’m fucking fucked. Lord, if your up there, get off your ass and save mine.
‘Get fucking down’
I did as I was told and dropped to the floor. Gunfire lit up the ally as the zombies were shot from behind. I looked up and saw Sarah standing just over the other side of them; she opened fire on the pile of building up outside the door.
‘Come on, Hurry’
I got to my feet and ran forward, I put every thing I had into jump over the zombies. I heard them moan and saw them reach out for me. They came so close to getting me. I made the pile and fell forward onto my ass, straight into a bin.
‘I fucking love you’
‘Oh, I know. Can we go now?’
One look at the zombies said that it was a good idea to get away fast. We made it out of the ally and ran across the street towards the park. This were the idiot me kicks in again. If the ally was bad, then going into a park at night is down right stupid, you’ll never see anything coming in the park.
‘Turn off the light’ I said as soon as we entered the park gates. See told you I was an idiot.
‘If the zombies see the light then they will come for us here, if they can’t see the light then they can’t see us and if they can’t see us, they can’t eat us’
‘Yes, but if we can’t see them then we get fucking eaten by things we can’t see’
‘Yes. No. I, …erm… damn it, shut up, they’ll see us and I don’t want them following us, okay. We can’t be seen going to this place. They’ll follow and they’ll get in, that’s what they do, they find and kill everything, we just need to live till sunrise, we need somewhere safe till sunrise then we can get out of this city’
‘But how are we going to get to the church though a dark park, the lights never work in this place, it’s always dark and scary, please don’t let the light go out.’
Out of all the people I’d expect to be little cry-babies, I’d expect it to be me and not her.
‘Okay, close your eyes and I’ll lend you though; you can’t be scared of what you can’t see’
‘I’m already scared of what I can’t see, you idiot. How’s this going to help?’
‘Just do it, think a sandy beach and the waves or something.’
She looked unsure but we didn’t have the time to argue about this anymore, the zombies were moving out of the ally and soon they’d know we were here.
‘Sarah, please trust me’
She hesitated; she took my hand and closed her eyes.
I moved us forward following the path, looking out into the dark for sign of movement. That’s when I noticed that I hadn’t freaked out in the last half hour; I was dealing with all this shit and making the best of an impossible situation. I was starting to grow up. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
The path lend past a pond that was the centre piece of the park, a dead body was floating in the centre, there were rats picking at the flesh, I don’t think this guy would be coming back. I didn’t care if he did, I’d deal with him when the time came.
The path split into two, a sign post pointed the direction of the church, I didn’t need the sign. I’d been here before when my Nan died. It was a big church with high windows and a solid oak door, there was a smaller oak doors round the back and side but they wouldn’t be too hard to block if need be.
The church stud out in the darkness, the bell tower rising up into the night sky, a small light was coming from inside.
Sarah opened her eyes and looked up at the doors. I tried to push them open but they didn’t move.
‘What’ Sarah said, almost jumping out of her skin.
‘The doors are locked, we’ll have to climb the side and get in up there.’ I pointed up above the door archway; there’s a small window that leads into the tower. The only way up was to climb the drainpipes at the side.
Sarah looked at the pipe and back out into the dark, she didn’t wait around for me to ask again.
She took hold of the pipe and pulled herself up, hand after hand, climbing toward the window.
I followed and that’s when I realised, I can’t climb, I’m too scared of heights. I looked out at the darkness and thought which am I more afraid of, Heights or being eaten alive?
I found out that I’m a pretty good climber that night, after the first few falls.
I watched as Sarah went first though the window and I followed a few seconds later, I collapsed on the stone floor of the church tower.
The stone staircase was silent and rose up toward the bell. The spiral staircase leads off to the left and down toward the heavy front doors.
I caught Sarah in deep thought, looking out of the window and out over the park, I watched her for a few minutes, wondering what she was thinking, it was obvious what she was thinking really, it’s what all the survivors are thinking, am I going to live though this, am I going to see my family again. I hoped I saw my family again, I hoped I live to have a family with Sarah.
She looked at me and smiled, she leaded over and kissed me, it felt like a life time since she kissed me like this. Passion and fire filled the kiss, for once no insults or a slapped face from her. Must be my lucky day.
A door slammed somewhere in the church, Sarah pulled away and reached for her gun, I pointed mine down towards the stair way, it sounded like it came from somewhere below. Sarah glanced up the tower. She moved forward to look up, I moved in the opposite direction. I looked down the stairs and down towards the tower archway that lead into the main hall. A light was flicking somewhere in the main hall, something past the light and a shadow rushed across the archway.
The shadow scared the hell out of me; I jumped back and slammed against the wall. I pointed the gun towards the open stairway and waited for something, anything to come up so I could open fire. Sarah turned and moved back against the wall in fright a second after I did, she didn’t take her eyes off the stairway.
‘What is it? What’s down there?’
I couldn’t help myself, I had to laugh and I had to take the piss.
‘What the hell you think is down there, lassie?’
She shot me a look that said she’d slap me one if she could. What a stupid question, ‘what’s down there?’ what else could be down there, not like there’s tons of different monsters running around from some big evil corporation. It’s a zombie, plain and simple and I said that.
‘It’s a zombie, plain and simple’
‘What are we going to do? You said that this is a safe place. If we shoot it then the ones outside will know we’re here. Oh god, we have to go down there don’t we?’
I wish to god almighty that she said ‘let’s go hide in the tower and block ourselves up there’ damn woman.
‘Guess we have to go down there and kill whatever is moving about’ I said, I hope I sounded like I had a plan, wait a minute, that is the plan, go down into a dark church, where the candle light is making the shadows jump, and look for zombies.
Turning into a hell of a zombie movie, more clichés today then I can name. Well let’s see.
Shadow zombies. All present and accounted for. Still can’t get over the fact, and it is a fact, that zombies exist and are walking about and eating people. What the hell’s next? Vampires? Werewolves? Maybe a few trolls? As long as I get out of here and live to see another day, I don’t care.
Sarah pokes me in the head and I snap back to reality.
‘Your leading the way’ this isn’t a question, Sarah tells me this as thro it’s a fact and before I can object I’m being pushed forward towards the stairs.
I have my gun ready as I start to descend the stairs. I tread as lightly as I possibly can. One painfully slow and terrifying step at a time. Sarah follows, holding her gun ready, it dawns on me that holding the gun ready to fire is stupid, we can’t use it incase we attract more zombies to us.
I lower it and remove the strap form around my neck. I hold the gun so if anything comes at me I can smash its fucking face in.
Sarah whispers in my ear ‘We should drop down at the side of the stairs’
I look were the stairs lends, it stops right in front of the archway, if we step down there, whoever is moving around would be on us before we could defend ourselves. I nod and look over the side of the stairs. It’s not a long drop and it looks safe, no hidden monsters.
I go first, I’m getting good at this hero stuff, I drop down as quiet as a mouse, Sarah follows I help her down some of the way, neither of us takes our eyes from the arch.
I give a quick scan of the room where in for anything that would be useful to smash a zombies head in. I found the most iconic thing, a lovely metal Crucifix.
I pick it up and the weight tells me that I can cave someone’s head in with this thing with ease.
I put the gun strap over my head again and moved forward into the light, crucifix ready.
The main hall was dancing with shadows from the candles, I looked to see were the light came from, there were candles lined across the far walls of the alter and running along the wall to the exit.
The light was barely enough to see from were we where, it didn’t matter much, if something moved in here, we would see it and I’m sure as hell that it would see us.
We moved forward along the aisle, walking slowly toward were the alter was, then a blur.
Something moved in the shadows to our right. We spun round and faced the darkness. God I wish there was more light in this place. Sarah kept looking behind us as I moved forward slightly; I raised the crucifix up and spoke into the darkness.
‘Come on out you fucked up ghoul’
I wasn’t expecting a reply.
‘How dare you use that language in the house of God’ a tall thin priest moved forward out of the shadows towards us. Is voice echoing around the church, his voice a voice of authority.
I lower the cross and stepped back, more scared of a pale old priest than of an undead church goer.
‘I, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you were you, I thought you were one of them’ I said in a childish mumble, felt like I’d just been caught stealing.
‘You thought I was one of whom?’ said the priest standing no more than a few metres away.
‘One of the zombies?’ Sarah said in a low voice.
‘Zombies?’ His voice echoed around the church. ‘There is no such thing as zombies. There are only demons and sinners. Zombies, how preposterous’
Crazy bastard, I should have guessed then and there that this guy had a few pieces missing from his jigsaw.
‘There are only sinners in this world. Zombies! They are the stuff of fiction. The people out there are not these ‘zombies’ they are sinners indulging in their depraved lusts’ he said it with such conviction that I almost believed the crazy sod, almost.
‘Oookay, you alone in this place?’
The priest just looked at me, as if he was weighing up what kind of person I was, I couldn’t look him in the eye, something about him.
‘No, I am not alone. My sister is ill in the back room.’ He turned and walked towards the alter ‘she has given into the sin, she was indulging in her dark lusts for flesh, I done my best to restrain her, she’s.. .’
His words trailed off and he started to talk quietly to himself, his hands clasped as he kneeled down to pray to his God.
Sarah whispered to me making sure that he won’t hear.
‘She’s one of them, you have to go back there and kill her’ her eyes met mine; I knew I’d have to go something but it didn’t mean I had to like it.
‘Okay, I’ll take care of it,’ I looked at the priest, not sure what to make of him. ‘But be careful around him and don’t get too close’
She nodded and moved towards the door that leads into the chambers in the back. I asked as politely as I could.
‘Father? I’m just going to check on your sister if that’s okay? I won’t be a minute.’
He didn’t stop praying, he didn’t seem to hear me.
I moved though the door and give Sarah one last look. She saw me and mouthed the words ‘hurry up’. If that crazy priest does anything to her I’ll kill him.
I followed the small corridor down towards what I thought was the living quarters. The whole place was lined with candles, I turned a corner and the corridor doubled back on itself to the side, a door was open at the end of the corridor, flicking light was coming though, a fire place must be on.
I peeked though the open doorway and scanned the room, a fireplace was in the centre of the room, with a desk just off to the right, a bed on the far side of the room, next to another room, the door was open and it appeared to be a bathroom.
To the right of the desk was a yet another door, I hadn’t seen any sign of a ‘sister’ yet, I got the awful feeling that this door lead down some dark stairs too a lovely creepy basement/cellar/crept type of thing and there I’d find his sister.
I opened the door and wished that I’d stop watching horror films. Damn door hid a stairway and it went down beneath the church. I hate being this right.
Sarah watched the priest pray and she prayed herself but unlike him, she didn’t dare take her eyes off the fucker. She prayed that her family were okay and she prayed that they’d get out of here alive; she also prayed that they lived somewhere far from here and remote so nothing could ever get them.
‘My sister was full of sin before it overcame her’ his voice loud and echoing, enough to make her jump to her feet with fright.
The priest got up and made the sign of the cross. He turned to her.
‘She was always full of wickedness, our mother always said that she had the devil in her and now it appears that the devil has finally claimed her. When she first started to show signs that the demons were inside her and the devil was telling her to give into sin, I tried my best to control her. I tied her to a chair and I try to exorcise the demon from her but the exorcism failed and in trying to help her, she bit me.’
He rolls up his sleeve and shows Sarah the bite mark on his arm.
‘So I killed my sister, I killed her, I hit her and I didn’t stop hitting her until the demons comes crawling and sliding out of her broken head and, and…’
He trailed off again, his words becoming a mumble, it didn’t matter, Sarah just wanting her boyfriend back and she wanted to get away from this mad man.
‘She bit me, now I can feel the demons inside me,’
‘I can feel them in my head, the hunger is taking over, I was pure for so long, never gave into sin and the devil still comes to take me, God has forsaken me.’
The priest looked Sarah up and down, his eyes alight with hunger, it was slowly creeping up apone him.
‘If I have to become I demon then I want to indulge in a sin I have long fought’
‘I want the pleasure of a woman’s embrace’
‘I want your flesh’
The priests’ eyes start to whiten, a sign of the change taking over, in a few more minutes he will no longer be human.
‘I want your Flesh’
His last words turning into a scream, He breaks his stance and runs towards Sarah.
Sarah turns and tries to run but it is too late for her to escape, the priest is on her in mere seconds, he throws her to the ground and grabs her arms, he lands on top of her, the mad hunger in his eyes.
She screams her boyfriends’ name.
The priest gets both her arms in one grip, his grip tightening as a new strength takes over, he tries to get her pants off, his free hand trying to work the buttons’ on her jeans.
Sarah screams, she looks up at her attacker, his face whitening, his eyes going from white to bloodshot within a few seconds, his words becoming a hiss and growl.
She gets one hand free and grabs the priests jaw just before it snaps shut on her throat, his eyes locked on her neck. She struggles against him as he pushes down toward her; she lets out the loudest scream she can manage.
‘Well, least nothing popped out at me’
I made it to the bottom of the stairs without shitting myself too much. The room below the church was long and narrow, on the walls hung candles, giving little light to the room.
At least the floor was made of concrete, so no zombies dragging me down for a midnight snack. Small archways lined the wall, each housing a small candle, all nearly burnt out, the light flicked as I passed, if there was anything down here, it would be at the back of this room.
I looked hard at the far end of the room and saw a dark shape, it was big and unmoving, the candles at that end had died out a while ago making it hard to make out what was down there.
I picked up one of the good candles and made my way towards the shape. Moving slowly forward, I raised the cross up ready to smack the crap out of the bitch if she tried anything funny.
She was tried to the chair and had her back to me, father must have turned her to the wall to make sure she didn’t know where the exit was, pointless really, if she was one of them she’d find a way out and she’d find a way to food.
‘Why aren’t you moving?’
Bloody stupid talking out load, like hell is she going to answer me, then again, dead back to life is against everything I ever believed in, why not have a few that talked?
Found out to my horror why she wasn’t talking, her face had been smashed in. there was a bloody metal pole on the floor, he must have done it with that, but why? Why kill your sister?
A scream took me away from the question.
That fucking priest.
She screamed my name again.
I was out of that cellar faster than I’ve ever moved, the stairs didn’t seem scary any more, and the room and its contents didn’t matter. The question was answered the minute we saw the priest, that sick son of a bitch had killed his sister and he’d been bitten. That’s why he was acting so crazy.
I broke though into the main hall, ready for a sight I didn’t want to ever see. I couldn’t see her.
I heard her call my name then I saw her, they were near the back and he was on top of her trying to rip her throat out.
I ran across the church as fast as I could go, I brought the cross back and I swung it as hard as I could into the side of his head.
His skull creaked with such force that the sound echoed around the church for what seemed like a lifetime.
I kicked the bastard hard in the face and pulled him off her; Sarah crawled free and ran to get a weapon.
The zombie slumped to the floor, dead.
Sarah was standing holding another cross, I ran to her and hugged her as tight and close as I could.
I never wanted to let her go.
‘He’s still moving’
Okay, so he wasn’t dead after all. The priest got up, the cross was still embedded in his head, the blood was flowing down the side of his face, his eyes red and hungry and it still wanted us.
I looked around for anything that I could use, anything at all, A there was were Bibles, what was I going to do? Give him a paper cut?
I spotted something at the Altar, something that could drive that cross home into his skull.
I told Sarah to distract him, before she had chance to slap me for risking her life, I ran to the Altar, I grabbed my weapon.
Sarah was backing into the archway that we came from earlier. The zombie wasn’t taking his eyes off her.
That got his attention. I smacked the cross as hard as I could with a big hard leather bound Bible. They come in useful for something after all.
He fall to the ground, the cross driven further into his head, I didn’t stop hitting him with that book until his head was nothing more than a bloody smear across the floor and all I was hitting was the marble.
The headless body still twitched but the zombie was dead, once the head is gone, the treat is gone and your safe until the next undead fuck tries to take a bite out of your ass.
Sarah fall back against the wall in relief, she looked at me and laughed.
‘You cut that close didn’t you?’ she said.
She walked over and gave me the best kiss I’ve ever gotten from a beautiful girl in distress. She broke it off and looked at me with a smile, all I did was look at her like a love stuck little puppy.
‘Let’s try and make this place abit safer, shall we’
Sarah was looking around the church and her eyes found their way to the front entrance.
One or two zombie wouldn’t be able to get though that door but there’s a city full of them outside and eventfully they will make their way here and find us, it’s only a matter of time that they think to look outside of the city streets and come clawing at our door.
‘We should move the benches, if we can, to the doors, make it hard for them to push them open.’ I suggested.
Sarah nodded and we went to work fortifying the church, we moved as many benches as we could and placed them up against the entrance, fixing them so if the zombies pushed the doors open, the benches would be jammed so they wouldn’t get too far.
Sarah went round the rest of the church, making sure there weren’t anymore places that they could get in and if there were, we made sure they were well boarded and jammed shut to stop them.
I got rid of the dead preacher; I wrapped his headless corpse up in an old heavy bed robe and started to drag his heavy ass down towards the basement, so he could at least rest by his sisters’ side.
Sarah was in the priests sleeping quarters; she was trying to make it comfy in case we had to spend the night in the church, which was looking more and more likely.
I continued to drag ‘heavy ass’ down to the basement, a basement that was fast becoming a lovely little crypt. I put his body next to his sisters, lying down by her side, I wasn’t about to move her from the chair, it wasn’t a dignified place for her to be at rest but considering what was going on outside, I don’t really care, dead is dead and I don’t care what state she’s resting in, as long as she stays there.
I made my way back up the stairs to the sleeping quarters and closed the door. There was a key in the door so I locked it and made sure it was locked tight, just because their not moving doesn’t mean they will stay that way, okay one has no head and the other, her head is half gone but, why take risks? Plus, I don’t know if there is anything else buried down there, I don’t want zombie cats and dogs to fight.
Sarah had moved the mattress down to the floor and must have found every set of sheets that the priest owned. She had made herself one very comfy looking bed. She also set some candles on the desk, not too many to attract attention but enough to give us light to see were we’re going.
I moved across to her and sat next to her on the bed; she was sitting cross-legged and was going though the backpack that was given to us.
She emptied it out onto the bed and we looked at what we had been given. It wasn’t just ammo that he had put in this bag, the torch we still had, I don’t know when I picked it up from the zombies earlier or if I dropped it at all but we still had it.
There was ammo, enough for our two guns, ten clips each, I hope we don’t need to use them anytime soon. A small medic kit was inside, usually stuff, bandages and tablets and stuff I don’t know what to do with.
The best item was a radio, the radio was preset on the channel we should be able to rise someone on. There must have been radios in every bag that was given out in the hope that if anyone survived, we could contact a rescue team and get the hell out of this place.
Sarah picked it up and looked at me, she got the radio on and it crackled to life, at first all we got was static, she pushed a button on the top and spoke calmly into it, I prayed to God someone would hear it and come and get us out of here.
‘Hello can anyone hear me? Hello, this is Sarah, me and my boyfriend are inside a church and we need rescue’
She let go of the button and the static came back.
‘Shit’ I said, Sarah tried it again and repeated herself.
Every awful thought came into my head, what if the were all dead? What if rescue had left? What if they didn’t care about two people stuck in a church?
The radio crinkled back into life as we got an answer.
‘This is HALO ONE rescue copper, please repeat your position’
Sarah smiled and jumped up.
‘We’re in the church in central park, two of us, there are no zombies so far, please, please come and get us’
The radio was silent again. The silence was worst than the nightmares outside. Then it came back to life.
‘Is the church secure?’
‘Yes, yes it’s secure. We made it safe. Please come and get us’
‘We need you to wait for us there, we are helping other people out of the city, we are undermanned and the infested areas are delaying our operation and slowing us down’
‘What? You’re not coming for us?’
‘Kid, calm down, we are coming for you, but I need you to wait until morning, okay and I need you to give us a signal that you are alive and well inside that church, get up to the tower and give us a signal, but wait till in the morning to let us know, if we can, we will contact you to confirm we are on route to get you. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, we understand. You are coming to get us? Right?’ Sarah was in tears, finally some good news and I way out of this shit hole to safety.
‘Kid, I promise, we’re coming to get you out of there at first light’
‘Thank you’ she sobbed into the radio. Then it went off and we sat in each others arms, happy and waiting till dawn for pickup.
We sat there holding each other, all I could think about was what was going on outside.
The things that I had seen in the last few days, last few weeks even. The zombies started slowly, the plague growing day by day and then the panic and then the battles then hell on earth, I haven’t seen so much blood in all my life, if you combined all the horror and violent films together to get how much blood ran over this city, then you would fall short by about ten million gallons.
I hope someday these images will fade and I’ll forget that this ever happened. I don’t think that will ever happen.
‘What are we going to do when we get out of here?’ Sarah asked.
‘When we get rescued, what do we do then?’
I could only think of a few things.
‘I’m not sure, I don’t think we’d be able to settle down or rest in anyplace for too long. I guess, we could either joined the war effort and try and fight back, reclaim what we have lost or be like millions of other people and run and hide, always moving away from the danger, but that’s not a life’
‘I think I’d like to help fight them’
I smiled ‘So would I, not much of a decision though, fight or die.’
‘What about us?’
I looked at her and didn’t know what to say, I’d given it thought but not really thought about it, if you get me. I didn’t know if we’d stay together, I want to be with her forever, I’d love to marry this girl, in the far, far future of course. Hell, I didn’t even think we’d survive the night, never mind staying alive to be together forever.
I said the only thing I could think of.
‘I hope we’re together long enough to consummate the relationship’
Sarah’s face was priceless, surrounded by death and all I could think of was sex. Some things never change.
‘Oh, well that is just charming’ she jumped on me and started to kiss me, last time I mentioned anything like this I was greeted with a slap, thank you God and your zombies.
‘I love you and I don’t want to die without telling you that. Sarah rested her head against mine.
‘Sarah, I love you too and I’m not going anywhere.’
I guess the end of the world has you thinking about all the things you did do and all the things you didn’t do. Showing the person you love, how much you love them is the one thing you want to do before the end. I don’t know how long I’ve been with Sarah but I do know that I love her and I don’t want to be without her. So making love to her is the one thing I want to do before the end.
I awoke to the sound of the moaning zombies and heavy thumping on the church doors. I don’t know when I went to sleep the first few rays of light where coming up and they know we are here.
Sarah was still asleep next to me, any other time I think I would lie here watching her but any other time, I hope to God there weren’t a thousand zombies outside the front door.
‘Sarah get up, we’ve got company’
I shake her awake and then go for my clothes. She stirred and looked dazed, then she heard the moans coming from everywhere. Her cute little butt went straight for her clothes, she got them on in record time and though her gun over her shoulder and grabbed the radio.
I grabbed my gun and shoved everything back into the pack, there were more things that we overlooked but the one we should have took notice of was a flare. I grabbed that and threw the bag over my shoulder and took aim at the door.
Sarah was trying to reach the rescue team.
‘Please come in, the church is under attack, we need help now, please come in’
The radio stayed silent and Sarah looked at me with fear and terror on her face.
‘Please, for Gods’ sake, come and help us’
The same voice form the night before came over the radio.
‘Send off a signal, we’ll be there ASAP. Try and hold out, we are coming for you’
The radio went off and a showed her the flare.
‘We need to get to the tower to set it off’
Sarah agreed. I went to the door and pointed the gun at it, I told her to open it and if anything was there slam it shut as hard as she could as I kept the gun pointed on the door.
She pulled open the door and we looked out into an empty corridor. We moved though the corridor and towards the main hall.
The noise of them pounding on the door was echoing around the church and it was deafening.
I looked at Sarah and saw that she was moving towards the tower entrance. I followed and watched every window and entrance I could see, no matter how high they were or how tightly locked the place was they will get in.
We climbed the tower we first crawled into, Sarah went further up as I stopped and looked out of the window.
The zombies were all over the place. More than a hundred, all moving forward, all pushing and shoving each other. At this rate they wouldn’t take long to break that door down.
A zombie looked up and saw me kneeling in the window, his eyes were black and it felt like I was looking into the soul of hell, the zombie let out a moan and it set of a chain reaction as the other zombies looked at me and moaned.
A light shoot out from the top of the tower and the zombies looked at it for a few moments, the flare was up and away and all we had to do now was keep ourselves alive for, hell, just keep ourselves alive full fucking stop.
Sarah coming running back down the stairs and stopped to look out of the window, we both watched as one by one the zombies turned their heads back towards us, the one that spotted me, looked straight at me, his mouth twisting into a smile, his teeth covered in blood from his face and whatever poor soul he had devoured. He let out another moan and they all started to push forward, the banging on the church door began again.
It wouldn’t be long.
Sarah dragged me down the stairs back to the hall, we stopped and looked around, there wasn’t anywhere that we could stand and make a fight, it was a big hall, the only place that would make a good standoff point was the…Alcove, the Altar, the whatever is was, place were everyone faces forward and listened to the vicar talk bollocks about Heaven and Hell and forgiving your neighbour for banging your misses.
‘The alcove’ I said whilst grabbing Sarah’s’ arm ‘where the Altar is’ dragging her in the direction of our stand off point.
We stud in the alcove and looked around. Solid walls to the sides and back they only way for them to come at us was from the front, straight through the church and towards the Altar.
‘All we need to do is last long enough for the rescue chopper to get here and rescue us. We can make a stand here’
Sarah looked doubtful, ‘Sarah, we have to make a stand’
She looked around at our surroundings, weighing up our options, whatever options we had left, the sound of the zombies banging on the door was getting louder, the door was starting to creek and crack under the weight of the damned.
‘We need to move what benches we can up here, make a blockade, slow them down abit, we can make it pretty high if we hurry’ Sarah said.
She moved towards the benches and started to pull them towards the alcove.
‘Are you going to help or not?’
I smiled and helped her, we dragged the benches one by one towards the alcove and we lined them up straight across the alcove, we pilled as many as we could on top of each other and made other row in just behind the blockade in case they got too close we could jump over that one and that would be our last line of defence before we….
The door was starting to give way, zombies’ hands and arms were reaching though, there moans echoed throughout the church. Blood was pouring from their cuts on their arms and hands. You could see their faces as they pushed their way though the door. We had a few more minutes at best.
‘COME ON!’ Sarah shouted.
She pushed the last of the benches up against the others, making the wall of our blockade higher and harder to get though. She ran over to where a few candles were still burning and pulled the table clothes of the display areas and set fire to them, she dragged them across the centre of the church.
‘Do the same to them over there, hurry’
I ran over to the other side and grabbed the cloth table tops and set them alight, I dragged them across the church floor just like she had done, there were now two lines of fire running from one side to the other, yes, its one big table cloth.
The wall of fire would slow them down for about 30 seconds before they hunger would be too much to even notice that they had become walking matchsticks, okay, maybe not the best idea to be eaten alive and burnt to death at the same time, but like they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.
The church amplified the sound of the doors breaking apart, the top half of the doors snapped and broke into two large parts and the pieces fell to the floor followed by a waterfall of zombies.
The zombies in their quest to gain entrance had slowly piled on top of each other and their weight and consistent clawing at the church doors had taken its toll. Now they were pushing and ripping the door apart as they started too stumbled though.
‘Let’s go’ Sarah grabbed me and dragged me back towards our blockade.
Sarah jumped over and opened the bag we were given.
I started to make by way over but turned back to look at the zombies at the entrance, it looked like the gates of Hell themselves were bursting open.
‘We should have made more fires’ Sarah said ‘slow them down abit more, they don’t like fire, remember? The first time we saw a street fight? They were throwing molavok cocktails at them and they were going down pretty easy, set them on fire and cook the brain, that’s what they told us once’
I looked at her and then over her shoulder into the alcove, I looked around and couldn’t find what I wanted, I looked at the doorway to the Vicars room.
‘Stay here, I’ll be right back’
‘What! Where are you going?’
Before I had even finished my words I was running though the door and down the corridor.
Sarah watched the door that her boyfriend just ran though, what the hell is he doing?
She turned back to the front doors. The zombies were still pushing there way though, the ones that had fallen though the top half had smashed their heads on the hard floor, the ones that had survived going head first into concrete were trying to drag themselves out from under the others, it seemed that the fall had broken one or two bones that they needed to walk and function.
The benches pushed up to the doors were starting to move backwards, it wouldn’t be long till the door swung open and hell descended.
A zombie pushed his way though one of the gaps near the top half of the door, it crawled down the door wreckage, if moved forward clawing his way across the floor, his mouth open and blood tripping from his arms and hands and face as he stumbled to get his footing, he got one foot under him and pushed up, his other leg helping him to gain his balance, he stud up straight and let out a cry of triumph.
A shot rang out and the zombies head went back as a hole appeared in his head, he stumbles and his milky white eyes roll to the back of his head, he lets out a moan and falls to his knees and then crashes into the floor, a pool of black blood pouring out onto the church floor.
Hhmm I’m getting good at this.
The door crack and creek as they finally break open, the door rips apart as the zombies pull pieces off and push the door and benches to one side, what’s left of the top half of the door comes crashing down on top of the zombies, buying a few more seconds.
Sarah shouts her boyfriends’ name.
‘WHERE ARE YOU?’
The zombies push the final pieces of door away, they stand for a moment, taking in their surroundings, looking for something, Sarah ducks down under the benches, she peeks though a small gap in the blockade and sees that they are looking for the food they have thought so hard to get at.
The first of the zombies look in her direction and stumble forward, they let out a low moan, Sarah lifts her gun and points it though the small gap.
The zombies start moving into the church, spreading out and looking around.
Sarah’s breathing grows faster as panic slowly starts to take over. She closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths and then looks back though the gap, the zombies walk towards the flames unsure on what to do. Sarah makes up their minds for them.
She screams her boyfriends name one last time and then opens fire.
Did I just hear my name being called?
‘Sorry Sarah, you’ll just have to hang on a few more minutes’
I’m tearing the victors’ room apart looking for the communal wine. There should be a few bottles somewhere around here, its Jesus blood for Christ’s sake.
Out of all the things to hide, he hides the wine. Bet the crazy son of a bitch drank it all, might explain some of his craziness.
‘For fucks sake. Where the hell is it?’
I’ve searched every room in this in this place and no sign of the booze. It has too be somewhere close.
Could it be down in the crept?
I didn’t see it down there. Well, I didn’t look that hard at anything that wasn’t a zombie.
God, I have to go back down there, don’t i?
I stare at the door; the key was still in the lock.
I’m trying to find the balls to go back down there, okay, I know what’s down there is dead but it still creeps me out and I still don’t want to go down into the dark again.
I hear my name again and gun fire.
I walk towards the door, grabbing an empty bag I uncovered a minute ago and I turn the key and unlock the door.
I pull the door open and take a step back and raise the gun.
‘C’mon man, get a grip’
I run down the stairs with my gun aimed and ready for anything. I reach the bottom of the stairs without a problem and my eyes take a second to adjust to the darkness. The candles having died out some time during the night.
My eyes adjust enough for me to see it, a wine rack on the right of the stairs.
How did I miss that?
I open the bag and throw every bottle I can manage in.
I turn and look into the room behind me, something has just crashed into the room from somewhere, could this place have had a outside access, some kind of coal shoot?
I hear something drag its self up onto its feet I don’t stick around to find out what. I grab the last few bottles and head up the stairs as quick as I got down.
I get make in the room and I run head first into a zombie knocking it back, it turns and drive at me, I manage to move and the zombie, with a little help from me, goes head first down the flight of stairs.
I slam the door shut and lock it.
I’m getting my breath back as Sarah screams all kinds of hell to me.
I but the bag over my shoulder and press the machine gun hard into other, keeping it still, I raise it up and look down the front sight, anything that sticks his head in front of the sight gets it taken off, I advance forward.
Time to go help my girl.
I walk though the corridor and off to the right a female zombie is the first to stick its maggot ridden face into my sight. It lets out a hungry growl as it spots me.
I squeeze the trigger and the muzzle flashes; a bullet rips though the maggot covered eye socket and the woman’s brains decorate the wall behind her.
I continue forward toward the main hall and that’s when I hear Sarah scream and the gunfire stop.
I shout her name at the top of my voice and no reply comes back. That’s just the kick up the ass I need to get me moving faster, running to try and save her.
I run straight into the hall and into the arms of a zombie and I can’t help but do this.
Scream like a girl.
I push the zombie back as much as I can and a gunshot takes the things lower jaw off.
The zombie doesn’t seem to notice or care that half or its mouth is missing. Blood is starting to pour from the wound, the blood soaking his teeth and a bloody tongue sticking out in the centre. The zombie makes a gurgling sound from his throat, blood being coughed up and running down his front.
I manage to get my gun up and stick it into the roof of his mouth. I watch as his body falls to the floor.
I can’t help but wonder when exactly did taking people’s lives become so easy?
‘MOVE YOUR ASS’
I look at Sarah and then reach for a bottle out of the bag. I throw it straight into the flames that have started to die down. The bottle smashes and the wine ignites over the floor, setting everything in its path alight.
Honestly, I didn’t think wine was flammable.
I make a run for the barricade and bolt over to land next to Sarah with a smug smile on my face and a witty one liner.
‘Did you miss….’
‘Where the hell have you been?’
I’m rubbing my cheek and looking at her like I’ve been told off by my mum and I’m looking for a damn good reason to explain myself.
She takes a glace forward and then slaps me again.
‘What are you waiting for? Open fire!’
I grab another bottle and throw it into the centre of the group, it smashes on a zombie and the fire engulfs him.
I open fire on them, picking my targets and taking careful aim at the head, making sure that every shot I take counts.
I tell Sarah to do what I do but she’s already ahead of me. We aim and take our shots and the zombies go down one after another. More zombies make their way though the broken doors and I use the rest of the bottles trying to keep them at bay as we reload.
Sarah runs out of clips as I put in my second to last, I hand my last to her. She grabs my hand and I look at her. She smiles at and I can see tears in her eyes.
‘I just want you to know that I love you, in case we don’t….’
I cut her off.
‘We’re not going to die here, just keep shooting. They’ll be here soon.’
She gives me a weak smile and turns back to the oncoming wall of flesh. She opens fire, same as before picking our shots, making them count, hoping to God that the rescue team get here soon.
The zombies push forward, crawling over the bodies of the fallen and relentless in their desire to get to us and eat fresh meat. A wall of maggot filled corpses and rotting flesh, facing hanging off, parts of their bodies missing and eaten. Eyeballs eaten out of theirs skulls, jaws missing and skin pulled away from chest and skulls. Some so far gone that one or two have their stomachs ripped open and their intestines dragging along the floor.
All pushing forward.
My gun runs empty a second after Sarah’s. Whatever bottles of wine we have left are used to set the first barricade alight and draw back to the second.
We use anything we can to hit the zombies and keep them back.
Sarah grabs the radio, panic finally taking over, she screams into the radio.
‘WERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?’
Our answer comes in the form of Gods wrath.
a kiss and again.
Over the flames, over the walking dead, over and out of the broken doors, we see a mass of corpses explode into the air. A fireball engulfs the graveyard in front and a helicopter comes down into view.
Sarah’s screams of joy are cut short as zombies make their way though the barricade, crawling though every available space. I use a cross as a bat and swing it at the zombies that have crawled though the most, bashing in their heads as they appear though the cracks. Sarah grabs a cross and does the same, trying to stay alive long enough for them to get us out of here.
Over the gunfire and explosions I hear Sarah.
‘We can’t get though to them. They have to come to us.’
‘Tell them that.’
The radio crackles to life.
‘Find a place and take cover, somewhere next to the wall and stay down.’
Sarah looks at me and I take a quick look round, I see a place and grab her, pulling her behind a pillar.
Sarah shouts into the radio.
‘We’re safe, fire!’
I see the zombie stumble and push the barricade down, spotting us hiding behind the stone pillar and making their way towards us, victory nearly theirs, nearly.
I hear the helicopter guns start up, I hold onto Sarah as tight as I can as the bullets rip though the dead.
The bullets rip and tear though the flesh of the zombies, shredding them to pieces. The bullets cutting into the stone pillar, smashing the wooden barricade to bits. Flaming pieces of wood fly past us and glass shatters, the church organ getting pierced and making deafening sounds as the bullets cut though and bounce off.
I turn my head and I se the tower were we first came in crashes down away from us, the church bell following crashes though the wood and stone, clanging on its descent. A cloud of dust rising up and being pushed away by the helicopter blades.
The gunfire doesn’t stop pumping the bodies of the dead; I see some of them getting back up, or at least trying too. Broken and shattered bones stopping them from getting to far but they still pose a threat.
I turn to Sarah; I see her eyes filling up with tears and so do mine. I’m terrified that we have come this close to getting out of here and that something will go wrong and we’ll die in the rumble.
I look her in the eyes and tell her that I love her and I kiss her. If I am to die today then I want the last memory to be the taste of her lips as she kisses me with more passion than I have ever felt.
She grabs hold of me tighter as she wraps her arms around me, pulling her self closer.
I don’t want this moment to end, I don’t want to die and loose the woman of my dreams and the one I have killed and will die for. Someone I just can’t live without.
Something grabs me by the shoulder and I’m forced up and away from her, my eyes opening wide in fright.
‘You two can do that later’
I turn and come face to face with a soldier, one who I remember from last night at the barricade. He was the one that was running from one group to the next handing out ammo bags, the one that has helped save our lives.
Sarah is pulled to her feet and I grab told of her.
‘What did I just say? Do that later. Go!’
He shouts and points to the exit.
I take her hand and we run though the church. Looking around as I go I see soldiers opening fire on the surviving undead, securing a path for us though the carnage. The ammo bag soldier following close behind.
A soldier near the exit is taken by surprise by a zombie hiding in the shadows, the man falls down hard with the zombie on top of him.
I don’t even think, I run over to the guy and grab the zombie, pulling him backward and swinging the bastard round and into the wall.
Sarah helps the soldier to his feet and he opens fire on the downed zombie and thanks us and tells us to go.
I push Sarah first over the rumble and the soldier grabs me and pushes and me out into the light of the day.
The ammo bag soldier shouts to the others.
‘Everyone back to the helicopters’
I stop and look at him walking towards us, he gives me a smile and puts his hand on my shoulder as he reaches me.
‘That includes you two kids’
Sarah pulls on my arm and leads me onto the helicopter. The soldier points to some seats and we gladly take it. He watches the rest of his men get onto the other copters.
‘Everyone present and accounted for?’
‘Then let’s get out of here’
The helicopter lifts off and I see what’s left of the church. The tower had fallen away into the trees, with the bell tower collapsing it had brought some of the roof down as well. The doorway was falling in on itself and the rest of the church was slowing catching on fire.
I couldn’t help but ask.
‘What about the zombies in church?’
The ammo bag soldier looked over his shoulder at me and smiled and then turned to the pilot.
‘Level that church for the kid, will ya’
The helicopter turned and I saw two others turn toward the church. Our rescue team had a lot of fire power and enough helicopters to put on a flying show. When they go to save people they do it in style.
A hiss and a whoosh sends a missile at the church tearing into its foundations. More follow, leaving smoke tails as they bring the church to the ground and leave it a smoking rumble. Whatever survived the fire fight now had a few tons of bricks and mortar to crawl out form.
The ammo bag soldier takes a seat opposite us and takes a look around. I follow his gaze and I see for the first time all the other survivors, dozens of them sitting holding onto each other, all with a distant look in their eyes. Wondering if they were ever going to wake up from this nightmare.
I turn to look at the soldier smiling at me.
‘..Is General Nicholas Apone. And what be your names?’
Sarah raises her hand to say hi.
‘Hay Sarah, welcome aboard. You did very well out there. Have you ever thought of joining the army? Both of you. We could use all the help we can get.’
Sarah gives me a look.
‘But first, I think I should get you name, can’t keep calling you kid, can I now?’
I reach forward and shake his hand and told him my name.