and unrestricted power - which they used to good effect. What began as a few pounding fists, soon become a steady hammering, and the ambulance began to rock. The more it rocked, the more agitated the crowd became. They redoubled their frenzied attempts to overturn the vehicle.
Leon struggled to maintain his balance, spurred on by the knowledge that if he fell he was dead. He crouched down and took a firm hold on the light fixed atop the vehicle. The crowd grew thicker and thicker, and in the distance Leon saw them all, the dead, wandering in search of their next meal, and the living fleeing in terror.
The reality of his situation hit Leon hard. He became oblivious to the pack of growling monsters that surrounded him five rows deep, their dirty red teeth gnashing in anticipation of his sweet, adrenaline ripened flesh.
Lord Jesus, help me. Leon thought to himself as he rose to his feet. The sound of the growls broke through the mental barrier. Trembling, Leon held his arms out, sweat dripped from his body, yet he shivered with cold. His heart thundered so fast it felt as if it vibrated rather than beat. He swallowed; his throat was dry and rough, his tongue a sticky mass that sat useless in the base of his lower jaw. One shaky shuffle and he was on the edge. Ok Leon, just one more, he tried to prepare himself, when out of nowhere, a police car with lights and sirens blazing came careening into view. It came in a straight line down Upper Queen Street, the main road that led into the supermarket complex. The car mounted the curb, and crashed clumsily into one of the non-shopper, pay and display ticket machines. The sound of the crash caused the entire group to turn. Without so much as a moment’s hesitation to ponder the quandary, they set off toward the car. As Leon watched, his head swimming against a black current that threatened to pull him out to sea, he thought for a moment that the zombies moved quicker; that they ran from the supermarket, eager to integrate themselves in outside world.
During the scuffle, the creatures had broken both the driver and passenger side windows. Slipping from the roof, Leon lowered himself to the passenger side, keeping himself hidden behind the truck. Leon heard a couple of growls behind him. When he looked, the two walking corpses were some way off; he had time. Sliding his arm through the broken window, he opened the door and climbed inside. Fumbling beneath the steering wheel, Leon ripped open the covering that hid the electronics from view. He struggled to pull a knife from the bag that rested on the floor between the seats. Their emergency kit ensured they were ready for any situation, even the rise of the dead it would seem. With the ignition wire cut through and the ends exposed, Leon closed his eyes and said a silent prayer. He had not hotwired a car since he was a young rebellious teenager. The wires came together and the engine jumped into life.
Leon exhaled, sat up in the seat, and gasped as his eyes met those of the recently deceased girl from the shop. She had crawled up the front the vehicle and held on via the wipers. Throwing the ambulance into reverse, Leon sped back and screeched to a halt. The monstrous parody of the girl lost its grip and slid to the pavement. Without hesitation, Leon put the ambulance into drive and floored the gas pedal. He felt the bump as he drove over the zombie, and in the rear view mirror saw the flattened torso, while the head seemed to burst like a balloon. Leon knew that it had been a child, but also knew that it was a new world which had begun to bloom. One that embodied the kill or be killed sentiment. He gave a chuckle at the thought; he laughed until he cried, then he just cried. Leon drove through a torrent of tears, afraid to stop the vehicle, unable to stop the anguish inside his head.
The real craziness started the moment he left the retail park. Zombies moved in all directions, the pack instinct of the supermarket mob - who had
Leon struggled to maintain his balance, spurred on by the knowledge that if he fell he was dead. He crouched down and took a firm hold on the light fixed atop the vehicle. The crowd grew thicker and thicker, and in the distance Leon saw them all, the dead, wandering in search of their next meal, and the living fleeing in terror.
The reality of his situation hit Leon hard. He became oblivious to the pack of growling monsters that surrounded him five rows deep, their dirty red teeth gnashing in anticipation of his sweet, adrenaline ripened flesh.
Lord Jesus, help me. Leon thought to himself as he rose to his feet. The sound of the growls broke through the mental barrier. Trembling, Leon held his arms out, sweat dripped from his body, yet he shivered with cold. His heart thundered so fast it felt as if it vibrated rather than beat. He swallowed; his throat was dry and rough, his tongue a sticky mass that sat useless in the base of his lower jaw. One shaky shuffle and he was on the edge. Ok Leon, just one more, he tried to prepare himself, when out of nowhere, a police car with lights and sirens blazing came careening into view. It came in a straight line down Upper Queen Street, the main road that led into the supermarket complex. The car mounted the curb, and crashed clumsily into one of the non-shopper, pay and display ticket machines. The sound of the crash caused the entire group to turn. Without so much as a moment’s hesitation to ponder the quandary, they set off toward the car. As Leon watched, his head swimming against a black current that threatened to pull him out to sea, he thought for a moment that the zombies moved quicker; that they ran from the supermarket, eager to integrate themselves in outside world.
During the scuffle, the creatures had broken both the driver and passenger side windows. Slipping from the roof, Leon lowered himself to the passenger side, keeping himself hidden behind the truck. Leon heard a couple of growls behind him. When he looked, the two walking corpses were some way off; he had time. Sliding his arm through the broken window, he opened the door and climbed inside. Fumbling beneath the steering wheel, Leon ripped open the covering that hid the electronics from view. He struggled to pull a knife from the bag that rested on the floor between the seats. Their emergency kit ensured they were ready for any situation, even the rise of the dead it would seem. With the ignition wire cut through and the ends exposed, Leon closed his eyes and said a silent prayer. He had not hotwired a car since he was a young rebellious teenager. The wires came together and the engine jumped into life.
Leon exhaled, sat up in the seat, and gasped as his eyes met those of the recently deceased girl from the shop. She had crawled up the front the vehicle and held on via the wipers. Throwing the ambulance into reverse, Leon sped back and screeched to a halt. The monstrous parody of the girl lost its grip and slid to the pavement. Without hesitation, Leon put the ambulance into drive and floored the gas pedal. He felt the bump as he drove over the zombie, and in the rear view mirror saw the flattened torso, while the head seemed to burst like a balloon. Leon knew that it had been a child, but also knew that it was a new world which had begun to bloom. One that embodied the kill or be killed sentiment. He gave a chuckle at the thought; he laughed until he cried, then he just cried. Leon drove through a torrent of tears, afraid to stop the vehicle, unable to stop the anguish inside his head.
The real craziness started the moment he left the retail park. Zombies moved in all directions, the pack instinct of the supermarket mob - who had
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