Books of the Dead (Book 1): Sanctuary From The Dead by R.J. Spears Page B
Authors: R.J. Spears
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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the zombie’s knees, slashing his legs out from under him. ZZ Top went down hard but still grasped up at Aaron. Aaron straddled him and then drove his sword down with both hands on the hilt like he was putting a stake in the ground. The blade slid into the zombie’s left eye socket, passing through the back of its skull, and clinked off the asphalt. The thing’s arms went slack.
Aaron pulled his blade free and wiped the blood and brains off it on ZZ Top’s leather pants
“Nice move,” I said, stepping up next to him.
“If they can’t walk , it makes it hard for them to get to you,” he said. “Besides, the head shot is so passé.”
In a well-pr acticed flourish, he returned the sword to its scabbard, taking great pride in his prowess.
“Way to go, Zorro,” I said.
CHAPTER 9
Home Invasion
“Let’s check out the house,” Mike said walking past us and down the street toward the house that the undead had been moving in and out of earlier. We fell in behind him, moving down the street cautiously, but he stopped when a banging noise got his attention to our left.
Mike put up a hand, motioning for us to stop. He cocked his head to listen, reminding me of a hunting dog. The banging noise returned. It seemed to be coming from the side of a two story hous e. Mike put up two fingers twice signifying that we should move in two-by-two. Once again, he and Brandon took the lead with Aaron and me in tow.
The banging was irregular. As we approached the house, we heard it again -- a light pounding noise like a polite knock at your door, then it stopped.
We moved down a narrow driveway that led to a garage in the back. When Mike made it to a side door, he tried the doorknob, and found it unlocked. The inside door was ajar, so he used his baseball bat to push fully open it.
M y pulse quicken as we moved inside. Out on the street there was always the option of running if things got ugly. Inside you can get boxed in with each corner masking a potential attack. We’d lost more than a couple people in the past when a zombie had lurched out of a dark corner unexpectedly.
Even though it was daylight outside, the house was dark with more shadows than light. The odor of neglect , along with mustiness filled my nostrils. I should have known from the smell that there were zombies inside. I had become too accustomed to their odor since our world was filled with them. Maybe we all had.
Mike cautiously moved onto a small landing with s tairs leading up and a set leading into the basement. Basements are the worst -- dark and dank, and sometimes full of those dead things. While it’s not a scientific observation, more often than not, if zombies are caught in a house, they tended to congregate in the basement. Maybe it was closer to the ground where they belonged? Maybe they liked the dark cool places? Who knew?
Mike decided to head up the stairs and into the house leaving the basement for later. Save The best for last. Yay.
A s he hit the top of the stairs the pounding returned, and he stopped. He was standing in a narrow hallway that led either into the kitchen towards the back of the house or the living room in front.
Mike held up two fingers and then pointed towards the kitchen , and then held up two fingers again pointing down towards the floor. Aaron and I were to stay in place to protect our escape route. A year ago, I would have laughed my ass off at these silent signals if I had seen them in a movie, but now I knew and trusted the warriors; their training was what kept us alive.
Without speaking, Aaron faced off down the hall toward the front of the house. I watched as Mike and Brandon made their way down the hall towards the kitchen, their steps as light as kitten’s paws. Mike was nearly in the kitchen when the pounding started again, coming between Brandon and me.
There was small door on the left side of
Aaron pulled his blade free and wiped the blood and brains off it on ZZ Top’s leather pants
“Nice move,” I said, stepping up next to him.
“If they can’t walk , it makes it hard for them to get to you,” he said. “Besides, the head shot is so passé.”
In a well-pr acticed flourish, he returned the sword to its scabbard, taking great pride in his prowess.
“Way to go, Zorro,” I said.
CHAPTER 9
Home Invasion
“Let’s check out the house,” Mike said walking past us and down the street toward the house that the undead had been moving in and out of earlier. We fell in behind him, moving down the street cautiously, but he stopped when a banging noise got his attention to our left.
Mike put up a hand, motioning for us to stop. He cocked his head to listen, reminding me of a hunting dog. The banging noise returned. It seemed to be coming from the side of a two story hous e. Mike put up two fingers twice signifying that we should move in two-by-two. Once again, he and Brandon took the lead with Aaron and me in tow.
The banging was irregular. As we approached the house, we heard it again -- a light pounding noise like a polite knock at your door, then it stopped.
We moved down a narrow driveway that led to a garage in the back. When Mike made it to a side door, he tried the doorknob, and found it unlocked. The inside door was ajar, so he used his baseball bat to push fully open it.
M y pulse quicken as we moved inside. Out on the street there was always the option of running if things got ugly. Inside you can get boxed in with each corner masking a potential attack. We’d lost more than a couple people in the past when a zombie had lurched out of a dark corner unexpectedly.
Even though it was daylight outside, the house was dark with more shadows than light. The odor of neglect , along with mustiness filled my nostrils. I should have known from the smell that there were zombies inside. I had become too accustomed to their odor since our world was filled with them. Maybe we all had.
Mike cautiously moved onto a small landing with s tairs leading up and a set leading into the basement. Basements are the worst -- dark and dank, and sometimes full of those dead things. While it’s not a scientific observation, more often than not, if zombies are caught in a house, they tended to congregate in the basement. Maybe it was closer to the ground where they belonged? Maybe they liked the dark cool places? Who knew?
Mike decided to head up the stairs and into the house leaving the basement for later. Save The best for last. Yay.
A s he hit the top of the stairs the pounding returned, and he stopped. He was standing in a narrow hallway that led either into the kitchen towards the back of the house or the living room in front.
Mike held up two fingers and then pointed towards the kitchen , and then held up two fingers again pointing down towards the floor. Aaron and I were to stay in place to protect our escape route. A year ago, I would have laughed my ass off at these silent signals if I had seen them in a movie, but now I knew and trusted the warriors; their training was what kept us alive.
Without speaking, Aaron faced off down the hall toward the front of the house. I watched as Mike and Brandon made their way down the hall towards the kitchen, their steps as light as kitten’s paws. Mike was nearly in the kitchen when the pounding started again, coming between Brandon and me.
There was small door on the left side of
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