Don't Dare Call Them Zombies : Books 1-4 by Zachary Stone

the remaining freaks started to walk toward us. Jennifer gasped at the sight of them, and clung tightly to my side as we both broke into a run.
    “Head to the side of the store,” I urged.
    We had reached the side of the store when a pair of freaks emerged out of the woods I had been in with Mr. Humphries only a half hour ago, or less. They were between us and the emergency exit.
    We stopped at the side of the dumpster and I saw a length of metal shelving sticking out. I tried to get a good grip. The two freaks came closer and lunged at us. With one massive blow, I rammed one end of the heavy, rectangular length of metal into the first freak’s head. Before I could turn around to look at Jennifer, she ran past me towards the second freak. With the scissors in her hand, she plowed into the infected woman. Jennifer fell down on top of her and then quickly stood up. One blade of the scissors had been driven deep through the freak’s left eye.
    “Good work,” I said, while motioning her to continue following me. Before we could reach the back of the store I heard an engine start in the distance.
    “Hurry!” I exclaimed to Jennifer.
    By the time we reached the back of the store and turned the corner, I could see the coach was driving away from us. It was out of sight in only a moment.
    Thankfully, the emergency exit door was propped open, but no one was in the doorway waiting for me.
    Jennifer and I entered the store. After only a few steps we looked at the floor in horror. The gunman’s wife was chewing on her dead child’s body.
    I closed the emergency exit door behind us, and then reached for a length of pipe that was set next to the door.
    “Turn away,” I told Jennifer.
    I swung the h eavy pipe and cracked the woman’s head open with it.
    Staggering backwards towards Jennifer, I felt a sense of guilt for my action. Even though I knew I had done the right thing, my heart sank in my chest as I looked at the corpses on the floor.
    A number of battery powered lanterns were lying on the tables that had been set up. I took one of them and looked at Jennifer. “Let’s head up to the roof,” I told her.
    Before we were halfway down the back hall the outline of a figure appeared in the distance. Not knowing who, or what it was, I drew my revolver.
    “Is that you, Hank?” I heard a familiar woman’s voice ask.
    I lowered my gun and put it in my pocket.
    “Yes, it’s me,” I responded. “I also have my friend Jennifer from the barbershop.”
    “Thank God,” said Ms. Suzy.
    We quickly walked up to her and she gave me a tight hug.
    Suddenly, she let go.
    “Did you see... did you see the woman in the stockroom? She has turned...”
    “It’s okay, I took care of it,” I told Ms. Suzy.
    As we stood there, Ms. Suzy explained how the woman had died minutes before everyone had loaded onto the coach. The child had been in her arms, and by the time anyone knew she was dead reanimated. All anyone heard was a single scream from the little girl as the mother bit into her neck. No one knew what to do, so everyone except she and Katie rushed to load into the coach.
    “Where is Katie?” I asked.
    “On the roof. We already have some supplies up there.” she said.
    “We need to get more supplies up there. We don’t know how long we might be forced to stay up there if the freaks break through and get into the store,” I said.
    For the next several hours we built a virtual outpost on the roof of the store. We set up a number of tents and stocked them with food, water, fl ashlights, radios, medicine, and batteries. Every so often we would quietly walk to the edge of the roof to check our surroundings. Because of the noise made by my truck, over the course of that night all of the freaks had left the front of the store. I took advantage of the opportunity and went down into the store, and nailed back some of the boards the freaks had pried loose earlier in the night.
    As long as we didn’t make any loud noises, we hoped