attention of every other creature in the area as well.
He began to cry out for help as he slowly retreated towards the water’s edge. The dead relentlessly followed him. For every one he knocked down with that paddle, three replaced it.
Kyle and I were already moving towards the stairs when the captain decided to step into the water. We began screaming toward him to stay on land.
“Do not go in the water!” Kyle yelled.
With no choice, the captain waded in waist deep, still swinging that paddle for all he was worth. We saw multiple sets of waterlogged arms reach up out of the water behind him.
There was a loud scream, then silence as they pulled him under. There was a fury of thrashing before bubbles arose. The paddle was all that was left, floating in the now calm surface, as if it never happened.
Keys in one hand, and my hammer in the other, I began a cautious decent easing past the dead zombie slain on the steps. The deck looked like a war zone. We had to navigate across a sea of blood soaked, shattered wooden planks before we got to the Hummer.
Being the last vehicle to have boarded the ferry, it wasn’t blocked in like some of the other cars. However, it was still parked in the entry position, so it became rather obvious that we’d be making a reverse exit.
I stepped towards the gate, which was still locked in the upright position, and I noticed that just beyond the ship’s walls were at least fifty of the undead. They were reaching up towards the railings, trying to get on board.
I watched as they started to crawl over each other to get to the top, a trait beaten into mankind over time. A trait that these creatures now carried with them even into death.
Unfortunately, they were really making progress. One of them had its hands on the railing. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and was dressed in the kind of clothing one would wear camping. She had a small abrasion on her arm where another zombie had bitten her. Aside from that, she could have been confused with a living woman, except for her eyes.
They call it having a ‘tell’ in Poker. A tell is a change in a behavior or demeanor that gives a clue as to the hand the player is holding. In this case, some of these things could easily be confused with being “alive” if it wasn’t for their clear tell. Each zombie had blood-red eyes that were glazed over with a clear white film. A person always knows if they’re up against the living or the dead once they get close enough to see their eyes.
I walked over and cracked its skull open with my hammer. It fell limp, and dropped back into the crowd. I could feel it with each one. It was getting easier each time I had to kill. I was starting to feel distanced from the act, as if it wasn’t my arm swinging the hammer.
Kyle found the lever to drop down the gate. He pushed it forward, and the gate began to slowly lower. We both sprinted to the Hummer and jumped in. I slid the keys into the ignition, and looked out the rearview mirror. I could see the creature’s heads begin to emerge as the ramp moved further and further down. In the reflection of the mirror, they didn’t look that different from us.
There were a few moans, but mostly a large cracking and popping sound as the handful of creatures directly under the gate were flattened as it slowly descended. When it was low enough for the dead to begin boarding the boat, I put the gears in reverse, and smashed the pedal to the floorboards.
As we drove straight through them and flew off the ramp, we must have dropped three or four feet, but it felt like we fell off a building. Temporarily losing control, I drove through a bush, and then straight through another one of the zombies.
As I pulled my shit together, I switched gears, and properly straightened out the wheel. I accelerated forward and rapidly passed the small mob of the undead surrounding the boat. They began following, but were far too
He began to cry out for help as he slowly retreated towards the water’s edge. The dead relentlessly followed him. For every one he knocked down with that paddle, three replaced it.
Kyle and I were already moving towards the stairs when the captain decided to step into the water. We began screaming toward him to stay on land.
“Do not go in the water!” Kyle yelled.
With no choice, the captain waded in waist deep, still swinging that paddle for all he was worth. We saw multiple sets of waterlogged arms reach up out of the water behind him.
There was a loud scream, then silence as they pulled him under. There was a fury of thrashing before bubbles arose. The paddle was all that was left, floating in the now calm surface, as if it never happened.
Keys in one hand, and my hammer in the other, I began a cautious decent easing past the dead zombie slain on the steps. The deck looked like a war zone. We had to navigate across a sea of blood soaked, shattered wooden planks before we got to the Hummer.
Being the last vehicle to have boarded the ferry, it wasn’t blocked in like some of the other cars. However, it was still parked in the entry position, so it became rather obvious that we’d be making a reverse exit.
I stepped towards the gate, which was still locked in the upright position, and I noticed that just beyond the ship’s walls were at least fifty of the undead. They were reaching up towards the railings, trying to get on board.
I watched as they started to crawl over each other to get to the top, a trait beaten into mankind over time. A trait that these creatures now carried with them even into death.
Unfortunately, they were really making progress. One of them had its hands on the railing. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and was dressed in the kind of clothing one would wear camping. She had a small abrasion on her arm where another zombie had bitten her. Aside from that, she could have been confused with a living woman, except for her eyes.
They call it having a ‘tell’ in Poker. A tell is a change in a behavior or demeanor that gives a clue as to the hand the player is holding. In this case, some of these things could easily be confused with being “alive” if it wasn’t for their clear tell. Each zombie had blood-red eyes that were glazed over with a clear white film. A person always knows if they’re up against the living or the dead once they get close enough to see their eyes.
I walked over and cracked its skull open with my hammer. It fell limp, and dropped back into the crowd. I could feel it with each one. It was getting easier each time I had to kill. I was starting to feel distanced from the act, as if it wasn’t my arm swinging the hammer.
Kyle found the lever to drop down the gate. He pushed it forward, and the gate began to slowly lower. We both sprinted to the Hummer and jumped in. I slid the keys into the ignition, and looked out the rearview mirror. I could see the creature’s heads begin to emerge as the ramp moved further and further down. In the reflection of the mirror, they didn’t look that different from us.
There were a few moans, but mostly a large cracking and popping sound as the handful of creatures directly under the gate were flattened as it slowly descended. When it was low enough for the dead to begin boarding the boat, I put the gears in reverse, and smashed the pedal to the floorboards.
As we drove straight through them and flew off the ramp, we must have dropped three or four feet, but it felt like we fell off a building. Temporarily losing control, I drove through a bush, and then straight through another one of the zombies.
As I pulled my shit together, I switched gears, and properly straightened out the wheel. I accelerated forward and rapidly passed the small mob of the undead surrounding the boat. They began following, but were far too
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