Age of Decay (Book 1): Contagion by Brian Lamacraft
Authors: Brian Lamacraft
Tags: Zombies
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street, but Trevor raised his pistol, this time aiming for her head. The bullet tore into her forehead then exited the back of her head, taking with it blood, brains, along with portions of her skull. Chelsea collapsed backwards and crashed to the pavement as her head oozed gore onto the concrete.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” said Trevor as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “Ben?” He ran across the street and onto the grass, but it was too late. He knelt down to his friend. “Oh, God. Ben, dammit, I’m so sorry.” Trevor closed the eyelids of his friend then went back across the street. Lauren stood there in the front yard her hand over her mouth as she saw the remains of Chelsea.
“She was changed,” said Trevor, his back to the road. “She tried to eat Ben, like those things on the television. I had to kill her, I had to. You have to understand.” Trevor looked at Lauren with a puzzled look. “Hon?”
Lauren’s face had gone white, her eyes were wide. “Ben!” she screamed.
Trevor whirled around. There was Ben standing across the street. His shoulder was a ruined mess, with his arm in tatters where Chelsea had bitten off chunks of flesh. Intestines dangled out of the hole in his stomach, yet somehow he moved across the grass. How can you move, Ben? You’re supposed to be fucking dead. The dead don’t move! Today the dead did move, and Ben moved towards them. Ben opened his jaw, spittle dripped from his lips. His eyes. Those cold, dead, eyes.
“Fuck!” Trevor led go another round from the Glock, but his hand shook, and he missed Ben’s head. He squeezed again, and this time the round connected before Ben could get halfway across the street. His head shattered into pieces, and Ben toppled over, forever silent. I killed my neighbors! But they weren’t your neighbors anymore, Trevor, get that thorough your head. They aren’t human! Trevor still held the gun out as his arm shook. He lowered it slowly putting his hand over his mouth, trying to keep his guts down.
Lauren rushed over and put her around Trevor. “What are we going to do?”
Trevor looked at his wife. “Do? We are going to get the hell out of here, that is what we are going to do. Get the rest of the stuff, get in the caravan. Now!”
Jason ran out of the front door and up to his father. He backed up as he saw the grisly corpses on the pavement. He bent over, heaved, and up came the milk. He clutched at his stomach for a moment before he stood up. He gasped a bit, wiping his mouth struggling to get the words out. “We have to go get Samantha, she sent me a text message.” He pointed to the corpses. “Her parents have turned into those things, she’s trapped in her bedroom!”
Chapter 9
They threw as much gear into the caravan as they could. It would be difficult to make it out with the city falling apart around them, but Trevor was determined to get his family to safety. We’ll go to the interior somewhere, hide out in the mountains away from this carnage . He threw the last bag into the back and slammed it shut.
He climbed into the driver’s side and tore out of the driveway, spinning his wheels. Down the road, more of the dead began to appear. They walked around aimlessly, looking to feed.
“Call Samantha on your phone. Get her to move away from her door. I want her to lie down on the ground and pull her mattress over top of her. I don’t want her to move until she hears my voice, understand?”
“Yeah,” said Jason. “Sent the message.”
“What are you planning?” asked Lauren.
“I don’t want any of my rounds going through the wall and potentially hitting her if I miss. Plus, if those things somehow get through her door, she may have a few more minutes, enough time for me to get her out.”
“Got a message. She understands.”
“Good, now let’s just get there. It’s two blocks from here, right?”
“Yeah, take a right at the next intersection.”
As they went around the corner, they saw a
“Jesus fucking Christ!” said Trevor as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “Ben?” He ran across the street and onto the grass, but it was too late. He knelt down to his friend. “Oh, God. Ben, dammit, I’m so sorry.” Trevor closed the eyelids of his friend then went back across the street. Lauren stood there in the front yard her hand over her mouth as she saw the remains of Chelsea.
“She was changed,” said Trevor, his back to the road. “She tried to eat Ben, like those things on the television. I had to kill her, I had to. You have to understand.” Trevor looked at Lauren with a puzzled look. “Hon?”
Lauren’s face had gone white, her eyes were wide. “Ben!” she screamed.
Trevor whirled around. There was Ben standing across the street. His shoulder was a ruined mess, with his arm in tatters where Chelsea had bitten off chunks of flesh. Intestines dangled out of the hole in his stomach, yet somehow he moved across the grass. How can you move, Ben? You’re supposed to be fucking dead. The dead don’t move! Today the dead did move, and Ben moved towards them. Ben opened his jaw, spittle dripped from his lips. His eyes. Those cold, dead, eyes.
“Fuck!” Trevor led go another round from the Glock, but his hand shook, and he missed Ben’s head. He squeezed again, and this time the round connected before Ben could get halfway across the street. His head shattered into pieces, and Ben toppled over, forever silent. I killed my neighbors! But they weren’t your neighbors anymore, Trevor, get that thorough your head. They aren’t human! Trevor still held the gun out as his arm shook. He lowered it slowly putting his hand over his mouth, trying to keep his guts down.
Lauren rushed over and put her around Trevor. “What are we going to do?”
Trevor looked at his wife. “Do? We are going to get the hell out of here, that is what we are going to do. Get the rest of the stuff, get in the caravan. Now!”
Jason ran out of the front door and up to his father. He backed up as he saw the grisly corpses on the pavement. He bent over, heaved, and up came the milk. He clutched at his stomach for a moment before he stood up. He gasped a bit, wiping his mouth struggling to get the words out. “We have to go get Samantha, she sent me a text message.” He pointed to the corpses. “Her parents have turned into those things, she’s trapped in her bedroom!”
Chapter 9
They threw as much gear into the caravan as they could. It would be difficult to make it out with the city falling apart around them, but Trevor was determined to get his family to safety. We’ll go to the interior somewhere, hide out in the mountains away from this carnage . He threw the last bag into the back and slammed it shut.
He climbed into the driver’s side and tore out of the driveway, spinning his wheels. Down the road, more of the dead began to appear. They walked around aimlessly, looking to feed.
“Call Samantha on your phone. Get her to move away from her door. I want her to lie down on the ground and pull her mattress over top of her. I don’t want her to move until she hears my voice, understand?”
“Yeah,” said Jason. “Sent the message.”
“What are you planning?” asked Lauren.
“I don’t want any of my rounds going through the wall and potentially hitting her if I miss. Plus, if those things somehow get through her door, she may have a few more minutes, enough time for me to get her out.”
“Got a message. She understands.”
“Good, now let’s just get there. It’s two blocks from here, right?”
“Yeah, take a right at the next intersection.”
As they went around the corner, they saw a
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