everyone is going crazy! I saw this man attack another man. He beat him to the ground and then began to bite him! Can you bel-"
Her words were cut short; Jeremy watched on in shock from the doorway, as a man came shambling out of nowhere and tackled his mother to the ground. His clothes were tattered and there were stains of blood still fresh around his lips. He put his full weight on her and began to claw with jagged, broken finger-nails into her skin. His mother held him at bay until, finally, he overpowered her and sunk his teeth into her neck.
"No!" Jeremy screamed.
He flung open the screen door and ran to the rescue of his mother. He ran straight into the ghoul, knocking it off, but he noticed the dark, red blood gushing from his mother's neck. The zombie began to crawl back to the woman it attacked. It wasn't fazed by Jeremy‘s tackle. It only wanted to feed.
A flat-head shovel leaning against the fence caught Jeremy's eye. The zombie reached out with its dead hand towards Jeremy's mother. He quickly grabbed the shovel and brought it down hard on the zombie's arm. It moaned in frustration. Jeremy winced as he thrusted the shovel down, over and over again into the dead flesh.
Yes, it was dead flesh , he decided.
It finally broke through bone and tendon, severing the lower arm completely. It moaned again, this time deeper and hoarser. Jeremy now had its full attention.
Jeremy started to turn his attention back to his mother, but another zombie stumbled up the driveway and was making its way towards her. Another was coming across the front yard.
Shit.
He quickly stooped next to his mother and picked her petite frame up into his arms. As he lifted her up, he got a better look at the wound on her neck. It was dark purple and already looked infected. Blood steadily trickled down her neck onto her white blouse.
"Sweet Jesus," he muttered.
She was passed out from the shock. Her body was completely dead weight. Jeremy did his best to carry her back towards the house. He was struggling with getting the door open when a dead hand took hold of his mother's foot. The two dead had finally caught up to him.
They both lurched at her feet and with some un-human strength, pulled her away from him. He watched as his mother was quickly torn limb from limb and devoured. Skin and flesh was torn from the bone. Her arms were pulled out from the sockets; a sickening pop announced the arrival of fresh blood pouring from her arteries. Even the zombie with the severed arm had made its way into the bloodbath.
Tears uncontrollably streaming down his face, Jeremy fell back into the house. He locked the deadbolt and grabbing one of the dining table's chairs, jammed it under the door handle. What should have been a fairly simple task, his mind struggled to focus and he began to feel himself shut down. He felt numb. He fell to his knees in the living room and began to sob.
"No, no, no," he mumbled over and over again.
The dead outside began beating on the door, trying to get in to the food inside. They didn't retain the know-how of opening doors. A minor positive amongst the sea of negative. Jeremy began to feel anger wash over him. The same rage he felt in the store, except this time much stronger. He jumped up to his feet and made a beeline for the backyard. He ran outside to the shed, throwing lawn tools aside once he got there, searching for the machete his father left behind after he moved out. Rust had already begun its assault on the large blade.
It'll do, the voice inside his head screamed.
His heart throbbed within his chest and the rage surged throughout his body. Slowly walking up to the gate that led back out front, he paused and remembered his mother. He remembered how she never gave up on him, despite his always rebelling against her. How she was always there for him after his father left. How she prayed for him constantly, despite his wanting nothing to do with her religion. Taking a deep breath and letting the rage burn
Her words were cut short; Jeremy watched on in shock from the doorway, as a man came shambling out of nowhere and tackled his mother to the ground. His clothes were tattered and there were stains of blood still fresh around his lips. He put his full weight on her and began to claw with jagged, broken finger-nails into her skin. His mother held him at bay until, finally, he overpowered her and sunk his teeth into her neck.
"No!" Jeremy screamed.
He flung open the screen door and ran to the rescue of his mother. He ran straight into the ghoul, knocking it off, but he noticed the dark, red blood gushing from his mother's neck. The zombie began to crawl back to the woman it attacked. It wasn't fazed by Jeremy‘s tackle. It only wanted to feed.
A flat-head shovel leaning against the fence caught Jeremy's eye. The zombie reached out with its dead hand towards Jeremy's mother. He quickly grabbed the shovel and brought it down hard on the zombie's arm. It moaned in frustration. Jeremy winced as he thrusted the shovel down, over and over again into the dead flesh.
Yes, it was dead flesh , he decided.
It finally broke through bone and tendon, severing the lower arm completely. It moaned again, this time deeper and hoarser. Jeremy now had its full attention.
Jeremy started to turn his attention back to his mother, but another zombie stumbled up the driveway and was making its way towards her. Another was coming across the front yard.
Shit.
He quickly stooped next to his mother and picked her petite frame up into his arms. As he lifted her up, he got a better look at the wound on her neck. It was dark purple and already looked infected. Blood steadily trickled down her neck onto her white blouse.
"Sweet Jesus," he muttered.
She was passed out from the shock. Her body was completely dead weight. Jeremy did his best to carry her back towards the house. He was struggling with getting the door open when a dead hand took hold of his mother's foot. The two dead had finally caught up to him.
They both lurched at her feet and with some un-human strength, pulled her away from him. He watched as his mother was quickly torn limb from limb and devoured. Skin and flesh was torn from the bone. Her arms were pulled out from the sockets; a sickening pop announced the arrival of fresh blood pouring from her arteries. Even the zombie with the severed arm had made its way into the bloodbath.
Tears uncontrollably streaming down his face, Jeremy fell back into the house. He locked the deadbolt and grabbing one of the dining table's chairs, jammed it under the door handle. What should have been a fairly simple task, his mind struggled to focus and he began to feel himself shut down. He felt numb. He fell to his knees in the living room and began to sob.
"No, no, no," he mumbled over and over again.
The dead outside began beating on the door, trying to get in to the food inside. They didn't retain the know-how of opening doors. A minor positive amongst the sea of negative. Jeremy began to feel anger wash over him. The same rage he felt in the store, except this time much stronger. He jumped up to his feet and made a beeline for the backyard. He ran outside to the shed, throwing lawn tools aside once he got there, searching for the machete his father left behind after he moved out. Rust had already begun its assault on the large blade.
It'll do, the voice inside his head screamed.
His heart throbbed within his chest and the rage surged throughout his body. Slowly walking up to the gate that led back out front, he paused and remembered his mother. He remembered how she never gave up on him, despite his always rebelling against her. How she was always there for him after his father left. How she prayed for him constantly, despite his wanting nothing to do with her religion. Taking a deep breath and letting the rage burn
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