“Get
them,” Pritch yelled as Mar and Cindy dashed into the back room of the
house. Mar saw a door leading outside and just kept running. Reaching
it, she quickly scrambled to open the lock.
Lenny appeared behind them and grabbed a handful of Cindy’s hair and she tumbled back onto the floor screaming.
While
Lenny continued to wrestle with Cindy, Pritch regarded her, while
holding the bat that was already coated with at least three people’s
blood. “Where do you think you’re going, Chippee? You want to run back
into the arms of the hungry dead?”
“Better
them than yours,” she yelled as she flung the door open. She noticed
three things at once as soon as she could see into the place’s back
yard. First was a good sized truck already filled with supplies, second
was the place had no fence, third was the three zombies stumbled down
the alley, but had turned their attentions to her.
Should
she risk it—but how could she leave her friend to be abused by these
villains? Her hesitation cost her and Pritch grabbed her by the arm and
tossed her across the floor.
He was just closing the door when Allen tackled him from behind. They fell into the open doorway.
Mar watched in horror as the three zombies drew near.
Uncertain
as to what to do first, she hurried to her feet. Lenny punched Cindy in
the gut hard enough to leave her quivering on the floor. He would be on
Mar soon. Her eyes sped over the room. A pile of items that hadn’t been
loaded leaned against the wall and right on the top was a rusty red
toolbox. She grabbed this up over her head and brought it crashing down
on Lenny’s.
He gasped once and then collapsed like a pile of wet laundry.
Looking
back, she saw that Pritch had wrestled the wounded Allen onto his feet
and taunted the freshman. “You want out so bad. Come on, you freaks.
Want a snack?” His back was to her and he pushed Allen out before him,
between him and the zombies.
Mar
went to hit Pritch in the back of the head, but he proved too tall and
she only hit his shoulder. Still he cried out in pain and loosened his
grip on Allen enough for the man to get away.
Allen
tumbled to the ground just feet away from the lead zombie as Pritch
turned toward her. Behind them, she heard the sounds of the front
windows being broken through.
Without
thinking, she threw the tool box at Pritch. He raised his arm, but
cried out again. “You fucking bitch!” he yelled. “I’m going to rape you
three times a day for this!”
“You’ll never speak to a woman like that again!” Allen shouted as he rolled into Pritch’s legs from behind.
Pritch’s
knees buckled and he fell back over Allen. He struggled up and raised
his fist to punch the prone man, but the front zombie grabbed him by the
shirt and pulled him away. Pritch struggled, but then the second and
third zombie had him. He tried to grab at Allen, but Mercy smacked at
his fingers with a fallen wrench.
Allen struggled to his feet with Mar’s help. “We need to-”
He
began to say, but Cindy yelled, “Go!” while tossing him a set of keys.
Mar saw that her friend was right, for the front of the house had
already begun to flood with zombies.
While the three from the alley feasted on Pritch, the three students ran to the truck and started it up.
Allen looked over at Mar and she said, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
His bruised face managed a smile before the truck raced away from Pritch’s fading screams.
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