Screams, Knives, and Teeth

Mitch let his wife cower from the terror of the children’s screams for a moment, until he realized that all the madmen that surrounded their car were being drawn toward the horrific feast.

 

 

Jerking upright, he grabbed Bonnie by the shoulders, “We have to move now! I know this is terrible, but it could be our only chance. We need to make it past these ghouls to the fence.”
When she made no move to go, he unlocked the doors, and then grabbed up his butcher knife. “I’m going to run to your door,” he said. “Be ready to go.”
Leaving all their other supplies behind, Mitch slammed the door open. It collided with one of the blood covered freaks and sent it tumbling off its feet.
A big man, who was missing half his face and big chunks from his neck, had been approaching the dying children, but turned his attention toward Mitch. With a throaty growl, it lunged at him.

Mitch cried out and punched forward with the dagger. It took the man in the chest, but he just kept coming. The thing went to grab Mitch, but he backed up until his ass connected with the opened door.
“Go!” He screamed at his wife. His hand clamped on the bigger man’s wrists but the cannibal had entered a manic fury.
“I won’t leave you!”
“Just get over the fence. I’ll be right behind you.”
The man’s teeth snapped together, with a loud click, just inches from his nose. “Son of a…” he growled, but then the handle of his own knife hit his chin painfully. “Bastard!” he screamed, as he yanked the knife free of the broad chest.
He jerked his arm back and stabbed forward just as the man moved in for another attack with his teeth. The knife stuck deep into the eye socket and Mitch was surprised how quickly he collapsed. But two more of the murderous things rushed at him.

He had no choice but to jump back into the car and slam the door. It was distressing to find his wife hadn’t moved an inch and he glared at her as the first fists slammed into his already blood covered window.
“I told you to go. Now you’re going to have to head out first. I can’t open this door.”
“I can’t.”
“Damn it,” he said, but refused to waste any more time. He hurled his body over into the back seat and was just opening the back door on the passenger side when the driver’s door opened.
Oh no! I forgot that I left it unlocked!
Before the horror of his mistake could even sink in, the two flesh eaters that had confronted him poured into the car. Instead of trying to escape through her door, Bonnie screamed. In that lost second, they were upon her. Mitch’s face contorted in pain as her screams reached a higher volume when the first bite full of flesh was violently torn from her arm.

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