“It’s more than that, mom. I can tell by your face.”
Kris sighed. “Okay, someone’s blocking our path.”
A single gunshot made both of them jump and Kris began to tremble. “Lord, help us.”
“Mom?” whispered Allie in horror. “Is she okay?”
Kris checked the mirror. “I… I can’t see anything.”
“I’m scared.”
Kris grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Looking into her eyes she said, “Listen honey, we may need to run. If Carly doesn’t return here in a few minutes, we’ll go back down the alley and look for a safer way out.”
There was a screech of tires. Kris looked back into the mirror and noticed the van had left. Warning bells began to blare loudly in her head. “Okay, what now?”
Before Allie could answer, the back of the ambulance opened up. Apparently thinking it was Carly, Allie dropped her hand and hurried to the back of the ambulance.
“No Allie!” yelled Kris as she rushed to follow her.
Allie shrieked loudly and when she saw the figure holding her daughter, she broke down and cried.
***
Carly stared angrily at the two men who’d abducted her. They were smoking cigarettes and acting as if it they were some sort of corporate bigwigs on a smoke-break without a care in the world. Both wore expensive suits, had perfectly gelled hair, and sported shiny Italian shoes. They were in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and these guys didn’t seem to realize it.
“Tony’s going to like this broad,” said the heavy set man. He was short and squat, his round stomach reminding her of a meatball.
The taller man leered at her chest and licked his lips. “Yeah, she’s a looker.”
She was furious with herself for being caught off guard, especially by a couple of boneheads. They’d gotten her when she’d stuck her head inside the back of the flower van. The taller man had grabbed her from behind and she’d fought back, almost getting away. It wasn’t until the shorter guy took her gun and fired it as a warning that she knew she was screwed. The only thing good out of it was that they hadn’t bothered to check the ambulance.
“Why have you done this?” she asked them, rubbing her wrists. They’d tied both her wrists and ankles before shoving her into the van. She’d been surprised when they took the restraints off immediately upon entering the hotel. Apparently, they didn’t feel she was a threat anymore.
The taller man smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Because we can.”
“Charming,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Why don’t you just sit here quietly so we don’t have to tape your mouth shut,” said the taller guy.
She ignored him. “Who the hell are you people?”
The meatball guy stepped closer to her and blew a cloud of smoke towards her face. He smiled. “We’re with the Boy Scouts of America, doll.”
Carly snorted. “You look more like someone who swallowed a boy scout.”
The taller man burst out laughing.
Meatball pointed to him. “You, shut the fuck up, Donnie,” he growled and then turned to Carly. “And you, you’re gonna learn real fast not to open that trap of yours unless I say so. Capisce?”
Before Carly could fire back with a snide comment, another group of well-dressed thugs stepped into the lobby.
“Hey, Tony,” said Meatball. “You need this one for tonight’s game?”
A tall guy meticulously dressed with an ample belly of his own stared at Carly and then smiled. “No, we’re good tonight. We’ll save her for the next one. Nice catch, by the way, boys. She’s good looking; almost a shame to waste such a nice piece of tail.”
Carly glared at him. “Seriously? Piece of tail?”
“Lookout everyone,” hollered someone coming through the entrance. “Zombie’s coming.”
“Dead men walking,” snickered Donnie.
Everyone backed up and Carly watched incredulously as five zombies were ushered into the hotel in a metal cage secured onto a long flatbed cart.
“Jesus, those things stink,” mumbled
Kris sighed. “Okay, someone’s blocking our path.”
A single gunshot made both of them jump and Kris began to tremble. “Lord, help us.”
“Mom?” whispered Allie in horror. “Is she okay?”
Kris checked the mirror. “I… I can’t see anything.”
“I’m scared.”
Kris grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Looking into her eyes she said, “Listen honey, we may need to run. If Carly doesn’t return here in a few minutes, we’ll go back down the alley and look for a safer way out.”
There was a screech of tires. Kris looked back into the mirror and noticed the van had left. Warning bells began to blare loudly in her head. “Okay, what now?”
Before Allie could answer, the back of the ambulance opened up. Apparently thinking it was Carly, Allie dropped her hand and hurried to the back of the ambulance.
“No Allie!” yelled Kris as she rushed to follow her.
Allie shrieked loudly and when she saw the figure holding her daughter, she broke down and cried.
***
Carly stared angrily at the two men who’d abducted her. They were smoking cigarettes and acting as if it they were some sort of corporate bigwigs on a smoke-break without a care in the world. Both wore expensive suits, had perfectly gelled hair, and sported shiny Italian shoes. They were in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and these guys didn’t seem to realize it.
“Tony’s going to like this broad,” said the heavy set man. He was short and squat, his round stomach reminding her of a meatball.
The taller man leered at her chest and licked his lips. “Yeah, she’s a looker.”
She was furious with herself for being caught off guard, especially by a couple of boneheads. They’d gotten her when she’d stuck her head inside the back of the flower van. The taller man had grabbed her from behind and she’d fought back, almost getting away. It wasn’t until the shorter guy took her gun and fired it as a warning that she knew she was screwed. The only thing good out of it was that they hadn’t bothered to check the ambulance.
“Why have you done this?” she asked them, rubbing her wrists. They’d tied both her wrists and ankles before shoving her into the van. She’d been surprised when they took the restraints off immediately upon entering the hotel. Apparently, they didn’t feel she was a threat anymore.
The taller man smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Because we can.”
“Charming,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Why don’t you just sit here quietly so we don’t have to tape your mouth shut,” said the taller guy.
She ignored him. “Who the hell are you people?”
The meatball guy stepped closer to her and blew a cloud of smoke towards her face. He smiled. “We’re with the Boy Scouts of America, doll.”
Carly snorted. “You look more like someone who swallowed a boy scout.”
The taller man burst out laughing.
Meatball pointed to him. “You, shut the fuck up, Donnie,” he growled and then turned to Carly. “And you, you’re gonna learn real fast not to open that trap of yours unless I say so. Capisce?”
Before Carly could fire back with a snide comment, another group of well-dressed thugs stepped into the lobby.
“Hey, Tony,” said Meatball. “You need this one for tonight’s game?”
A tall guy meticulously dressed with an ample belly of his own stared at Carly and then smiled. “No, we’re good tonight. We’ll save her for the next one. Nice catch, by the way, boys. She’s good looking; almost a shame to waste such a nice piece of tail.”
Carly glared at him. “Seriously? Piece of tail?”
“Lookout everyone,” hollered someone coming through the entrance. “Zombie’s coming.”
“Dead men walking,” snickered Donnie.
Everyone backed up and Carly watched incredulously as five zombies were ushered into the hotel in a metal cage secured onto a long flatbed cart.
“Jesus, those things stink,” mumbled
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