Blood at the Premiere: A Day One Undead Adventure by RR Haywood

bars in the gym and her grasp now cements on Dolan’s wrist as she heaves him behind her while her right hand pushes and shoves at anything in her path. It was Jordan’s fault, really. She started writing books, which meant the other two had to come up with something else. Jodie was already training and Henrietta soon realised there was money to be made by getting ripped and making workout DVDs, so as Jodie got lean and Jordan got rich so Henrietta got strong.
TMT, bitches. Tanned, Muscular and Toned with Henrietta Swallow.
    ‘BENNIE!’ she screams ahead, trying to warn him of the impending disaster as Tommy the bouncer snarls his way towards the bar, closing the gap with his lips pulled back to show bloodstained teeth, but Bennie stays deep in conversation, bewitched by the blue-eyed angels. Dragging Dolan in her wake, she rams her shoulder into soft untrained bodies, forcing them aside. She should go, run. Get out and keep running, but Bennie is young. Just a lad in the prime of life, and besides, another rapid thought enters her cunning mind.
    ‘BENNIE…’ No good, he’s too focused on the two idiots in front of him. Henrietta thinks fast, knowing she has but a few seconds before Tommy gets to him. ‘BENNIE, MY TITS ARE OUT…’
    ‘Do what?’ Bennie turns away from the bar in one fluid motion, stepping towards the sound of Henrietta Swallow proclaiming her boobs are on show. That single step saves his life as Tommy brushes his back as he sweeps past to take down Capriana and Candice.
    ‘Aw, did I miss it?’ Bennie asks, staring at the black dress covering Henrietta’s chest.
    ‘Bloody idiot,’ she hisses, grabbing his arm and yanking him back away from the flailing bodies on the floor.
    ‘Hey,’ Bennie says, looking down at Capriana and Candice rolling about with a man on the floor. ‘I was gone for like a second, man. Not cool.’
    ‘Through the bar…’ Henrietta spots the open gap at the end and charges forward, dragging the two men behind her.
    ‘My drink!’ Bennie wails, trying to turn back.
    ‘Dolan, get through.’ Henrietta pushes the bigger man through the gap in the bar. ‘Bennie, get back here.’ She flashes a hand out grabbing the back of his shirt to pull him back with a strong single arm row, accompanied by a twist of the upper body.
    ‘But my drink.’
    ‘Sod the drink…get in there.’ She thrusts him ahead through the gap and curses when she spots Dolan frozen in fear staring out across the foyer. ‘MOVE,’ she says as she barrels into both of them, forcing them down past the bottles of spirits, wines and liquors to the storeroom behind the bar. A glance over her shoulder and her heart sinks at the sight. Bodies everywhere. Blood thick and pooling across the tiled floor and the air scented heavily with the metallic tang of iron and faeces from bowels voiding in fear. Blood drips from walls as people die screaming or curled up in foetal positions from the agonising pain in their guts. Howls and hisses accompany the snarls that come from those with bloodshot eyes that stalk the room searching for prey. A scene of utter devastation and all done within a few minutes.
    She forces the two men to the storeroom door and gives a prayer of thanks when the handle yields. Bennie is shoved, Dolan is dragged, but she gets them inside and closes the door with that new thought in her cunning mind growing stronger by the second.

Chapter Five
I think I killed him… is that bad?
    ‘Oh my god…oh my god.’ Dolan sinks down onto his haunches, pushing his hands through his dark hair.
    ‘So, like, threesome is it?’ Bennie asks, looking down at Dolan then back up at Henrietta before screwing his face up in puzzlement. ‘I thought you were celery.’
    ‘I’ll phone the police.’ Dolan gets to his feet dragging his iPhone from his pocket.
    ‘Don’t bother,’ Henrietta says, rushing the words out and feeling a sinking sensation as she looks round at the shelves and smooth walls of the