anthorn
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This is the middle part of Chapter four. First appearence of Zombies since Chapter two. I am quite concious of this work as it is the first I have ever written in the real world.
Zombies appeared not long after leaving Matalan. They came as if a floodgate had been opened and swarmed toward them like a swell of bloody, rotting water. Abeke counted fifty, or maybe more, either way there were too many to fight. They ran to the bus, closed the doors and drove away. The monsters did not let up, banging and scratching the sides of the bus; snarling for food denied. Abeke looked at Lucy and Greg, both holding hands over their ears with eyes closed. The moans and growls followed them for miles.
More Zombies appeared on the road, their bodies bumping and crunching under the wheels. Blood made trails behind them. They left Consett behind, heading toward Lanchester past Tesco and a Primary School. The dead were everywhere, gutted and reduced to bone and ligament. The Zombies stood twitching, ignorant of the bus and everything else. Abeke spied one Zombie lying next to an upturned wheelchair and watched it trying to crawl. One eye was missing and the other dangled by a nerve. Poor *******, she thought.
“Anything on the radio?” she asked.
Michael shook his head. “Nothing.”
Abeke looked at her watch. “I don’t think we’ll get there in time,” she said.
“We’ll make it.”
A Zombie went crunch beneath the bus.
An inhuman howl followed and from the bush two Zombies in school uniform ran at the bus. Lucy screamed. Abeke grimaced as they latched onto the bus, plunging hands into the metal. Their heads were level with the windows. In a moment they had punched through the windows, the glass cutting their arms to shreds. Both Greg and Lucy threw themselves to the other side of the bus, panicked.
Abeke grabbed the mop and swung it down on their arms. CRACK. Their anger grew with each assault. Abeke swung harder, using all her bodyweight to maximum effect. CRACK. One of them drew their hand away and went flying, cracking its head on the pavement where it did not get up.
Michael twisted the wheel this way and that, forcing the coach to swerve across the road in an attempt to dislodge the unwelcome guest. Abeke grunted as she cracked her head on the window and bruised her side on the seat. The Zombie still held on and seemed to be grinning.
Zombies appeared not long after leaving Matalan. They came as if a floodgate had been opened and swarmed toward them like a swell of bloody, rotting water. Abeke counted fifty, or maybe more, either way there were too many to fight. They ran to the bus, closed the doors and drove away. The monsters did not let up, banging and scratching the sides of the bus; snarling for food denied. Abeke looked at Lucy and Greg, both holding hands over their ears with eyes closed. The moans and growls followed them for miles.
More Zombies appeared on the road, their bodies bumping and crunching under the wheels. Blood made trails behind them. They left Consett behind, heading toward Lanchester past Tesco and a Primary School. The dead were everywhere, gutted and reduced to bone and ligament. The Zombies stood twitching, ignorant of the bus and everything else. Abeke spied one Zombie lying next to an upturned wheelchair and watched it trying to crawl. One eye was missing and the other dangled by a nerve. Poor *******, she thought.
“Anything on the radio?” she asked.
Michael shook his head. “Nothing.”
Abeke looked at her watch. “I don’t think we’ll get there in time,” she said.
“We’ll make it.”
A Zombie went crunch beneath the bus.
An inhuman howl followed and from the bush two Zombies in school uniform ran at the bus. Lucy screamed. Abeke grimaced as they latched onto the bus, plunging hands into the metal. Their heads were level with the windows. In a moment they had punched through the windows, the glass cutting their arms to shreds. Both Greg and Lucy threw themselves to the other side of the bus, panicked.
Abeke grabbed the mop and swung it down on their arms. CRACK. Their anger grew with each assault. Abeke swung harder, using all her bodyweight to maximum effect. CRACK. One of them drew their hand away and went flying, cracking its head on the pavement where it did not get up.
Michael twisted the wheel this way and that, forcing the coach to swerve across the road in an attempt to dislodge the unwelcome guest. Abeke grunted as she cracked her head on the window and bruised her side on the seat. The Zombie still held on and seemed to be grinning.