thing, pulling at its shoulders and throat. They were the only thing keeping Aiden alive as the creature dripped its foul liquid down his chest.
Then Bobo was there.
He wrapped his huge hands around the thing's head and gave a violent twist while shouting, "Muthafuckah!"
The zombie's neck crackled, its head lolling to one side, its jaws still chomping, the underlying structure of its neck no longer able to support its heavy skull.
They knocked it to the floor as Aiden scrambled free, wiping the filth from his shirt. The thing stood immediately and tried to attack as its head rolled about, useless. Its arms swung wide as it tried to orient itself to their location, its torso leaning far to one side in an attempt to pull its remaining eye around to them.
Conor kicked the back of its knee and it dropped to the floor again with a guttural growl. In turn, each of the men began to kick at it, aiming for the head. Surprisingly Trish ran up and began to join in, getting in three blows before Vernon pulled her away with a scowl. Soon they had crushed the zombie's skull beyond recognition, its limbs still reaching out, searching blindly for them. A disturbing hiss came from its throat, now torn open, oozing thickened blood.
The group hurriedly made their way down the hall, the door behind them vibrating more loudly than every from the horde beyond.
Another corridor ran off to the left and they paused long enough to see an assemblage of broken skeletons littering the floor, evidence of the previous night's attack. The walls were stained with an unbelievable amount of blood and gore, dark spatters on the high ceiling.
They continued on, praying the door would hold until they found a means of escape, moving as quietly as possible in case more monsters were lying in wait. Several of the office doors they passed were destroyed, torn to pieces and left in splinters within their frames.
The offices on this floor were mostly medical in nature, doctors and dentists by the signage on the walls.
Klaus tapped Conor on the shoulder to get his attention. Conor turned questioningly as Klaus pointed through a broken doorway. Cronin Chiropractic read a nameplate upon the wall. Just inside the door could be seen a pair of vending machines, their glass fronts shattered, bags of chips and candy bars waiting within.
Conor shook his head and motioned them on, receiving looks of frustration as they passed, their stomachs growling uncontrollably in protest.
They were quickly at the other end of the hallway where it formed a tee, halls running off to the right and left. Both passages looked identical, but Aiden stepped up to the large metal sign that hung on the wall and used his forearm to wipe the congealed blood from it, revealing a map of the floor. The opposite stairwell was accessible to the right and the group headed in that direction, the older people struggling to maintain the pace.
They rounded another corner, staring down the long corridor with closed doors on the left and tall windows to the right. Each of them moved to the wall of windows, staring down to the street, still filled with milling undead.
Aiden handed his phone to Conor with a message across the screen.
Not sure how we're getting through that.
Conor frowned and nodded, looking from one end of the street below to the other. They were everywhere and the bones of their victims covered the ground.
He noticed movement in the building across the street. There were figures in the window, the glass pane partially missing, peering down, studying the zombies just as they were. It seemed to be a group of mostly women, who suddenly noticed Conor's group and started pointing excitedly. They waved their arms overhead and Conor's group did the same.
Separated by a sea of monsters, a sea of teeth and claws.
It was good to see more living people, though uniting their two groups seemed nearly impossible.
Conor held up his phone and one of the women, a short-haired blonde, nodded,
Then Bobo was there.
He wrapped his huge hands around the thing's head and gave a violent twist while shouting, "Muthafuckah!"
The zombie's neck crackled, its head lolling to one side, its jaws still chomping, the underlying structure of its neck no longer able to support its heavy skull.
They knocked it to the floor as Aiden scrambled free, wiping the filth from his shirt. The thing stood immediately and tried to attack as its head rolled about, useless. Its arms swung wide as it tried to orient itself to their location, its torso leaning far to one side in an attempt to pull its remaining eye around to them.
Conor kicked the back of its knee and it dropped to the floor again with a guttural growl. In turn, each of the men began to kick at it, aiming for the head. Surprisingly Trish ran up and began to join in, getting in three blows before Vernon pulled her away with a scowl. Soon they had crushed the zombie's skull beyond recognition, its limbs still reaching out, searching blindly for them. A disturbing hiss came from its throat, now torn open, oozing thickened blood.
The group hurriedly made their way down the hall, the door behind them vibrating more loudly than every from the horde beyond.
Another corridor ran off to the left and they paused long enough to see an assemblage of broken skeletons littering the floor, evidence of the previous night's attack. The walls were stained with an unbelievable amount of blood and gore, dark spatters on the high ceiling.
They continued on, praying the door would hold until they found a means of escape, moving as quietly as possible in case more monsters were lying in wait. Several of the office doors they passed were destroyed, torn to pieces and left in splinters within their frames.
The offices on this floor were mostly medical in nature, doctors and dentists by the signage on the walls.
Klaus tapped Conor on the shoulder to get his attention. Conor turned questioningly as Klaus pointed through a broken doorway. Cronin Chiropractic read a nameplate upon the wall. Just inside the door could be seen a pair of vending machines, their glass fronts shattered, bags of chips and candy bars waiting within.
Conor shook his head and motioned them on, receiving looks of frustration as they passed, their stomachs growling uncontrollably in protest.
They were quickly at the other end of the hallway where it formed a tee, halls running off to the right and left. Both passages looked identical, but Aiden stepped up to the large metal sign that hung on the wall and used his forearm to wipe the congealed blood from it, revealing a map of the floor. The opposite stairwell was accessible to the right and the group headed in that direction, the older people struggling to maintain the pace.
They rounded another corner, staring down the long corridor with closed doors on the left and tall windows to the right. Each of them moved to the wall of windows, staring down to the street, still filled with milling undead.
Aiden handed his phone to Conor with a message across the screen.
Not sure how we're getting through that.
Conor frowned and nodded, looking from one end of the street below to the other. They were everywhere and the bones of their victims covered the ground.
He noticed movement in the building across the street. There were figures in the window, the glass pane partially missing, peering down, studying the zombies just as they were. It seemed to be a group of mostly women, who suddenly noticed Conor's group and started pointing excitedly. They waved their arms overhead and Conor's group did the same.
Separated by a sea of monsters, a sea of teeth and claws.
It was good to see more living people, though uniting their two groups seemed nearly impossible.
Conor held up his phone and one of the women, a short-haired blonde, nodded,
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