The
glass continued to crack as the mad men pounded on the glass separating
the patio from the interior of Scallywags. For an elongated moment, the
cluster of patrons and employees eyed each other with fear filled faces
until the woman who had just lost her friend outside yelled, “We have
to do something.”
Breaking their way in
“Yeah, but what?” the bartender said.
“Maybe we should just make a break for our cars through the front,” Will suggested.
“As
long as you’ll cool with some of us not making it,” Jack said. “Who
knows what’s out there? The cops could be moving in to help us. I would
hate to have people die when this whole thing could be wrapped up in a
few hours. We’re safer as a group where we can defend ourselves!”
Rollie spoke up. “But if they break through the glass this place won’t be too defendable.”
As
if his words brought forth a curse, the first window shattered in a
rain of jagged shards. Most of the women let out screams, but Jack was
quick to act. Snatching up a table, he threw it at the pair of blood
soaked freaks already lumbering into the bar. This toppled them over.
Then, instead of fleeing, Jack attacked them with his chair leg.
Jack
He
kept smashing one in the head until it final stopped moving, but the
other had gained its feet, while behind it, a full dozen followed the
first two into Scallywags.
“Come
on!” Will yelled. “He needs help.” Rollie’s boyfriend grabbed up a
chair and rushed forward smashing the one approaching Jack’s back.
Watch your back
Rollie
still possessed the chair leg Jack had given him and joined his lover
near the carnage, but almost as soon as he had, he wished he hadn’t.
Blood covered people of every age and size tumbled in at them. A woman,
wearing a shirt full of pictures of fat tomatoes, growled as she came
stumbling toward him.
Hitting
a sick person went against everything he believed in. Will screamed
something at him, be the words didn’t register. She drew in closer and
he could smell the blood on her.
Then
she clawed at him. He might have cried out and went to push her away,
but, she had a hold of his shirt. It was the sight of two larger freaks
moving in behind her that snapped him into action.
With another yell, he smashed forward with his makeshift club.
She acted like she hadn’t felt a thing.
The others were almost upon him.
With
a louder shout, he put everything he had into the next blow. No one
would have been more surprised than he, when she toppled to the ground
with a dull moan.
Will grabbed him from behind. “Come on!”
Jack yelled to the bartender. “Take everyone backstage!”
An
ear piercing scream tore at his ears and Rollie saw a madman had made
it past them and grabbed one of the women. This helped convince the
others to retreat up onto the stage.
The
dying woman sadly aided them, for Rollie, Will, Jack, and Steve made it
to the stage safely. For a moment the men took in the grizzly feast and
only their loud gasping for air competed with the grizzly tearing of
flesh below.
Feasting
Jack
addressed them. “There are still a lot of supplies we could gather in
case we need to lock ourselves into there for the long haul. I only see
about ten on those fuckers and they’re all screwed up. I say we take
them out and then grab some food and water. Who’s with me?’
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