Family Matters: Season 2 Book 3 (Killing the Dead 9) by Richard Murray Season 2 Book 3 Page B
Authors: Richard Murray Season 2 Book 3
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all the world as though she were enjoying herself. Kindred spirit, I thought with a grin of my own.
All across the open grounds between the buildings, they walked. Slow, stumbling and more than a little stupid, but dangerous due to the sheer numbers of them. Fat, thin, old and young, men, women, and even the occasional child-sized creature.
They were united in death. Race, religion, and gender, all those things that had once set them apart from the others, held them aloof, was no longer. They were now, all the same. All mindless creatures that would wander the campus until they eventually decayed and died for a final time.
Each and every one of them would have one purpose when I stepped out from behind the building. One thought, one urge, to devour me. My smile was grim as I realised that perhaps this time, they’d manage it.
Not to try though, well that wasn’t going to happen. She relied on me and for once in my life I had a purpose beyond killing. I would do what I needed to do to ensure she survived and if that came at the price of my own life, well for some reason, that didn’t bother me.
I’d always known I would die sooner rather than later. It was inevitable considering my… hobby. May as well make it worthwhile, I thought as I readied my knives and sucked in a deep breath of fetid air. As ready as I’d ever be, I stepped out from behind the building.
On silent feet, I dashed across to the nearest zombie and sank my combat knife deep into its skull. It died without a sound but a cry rose from nearby as another noticed my presence. I leapt to my left as a zombie lurched towards me, ducking low beneath the swing of another and lashing out with my knife.
I hopped over its body and kicked away another that dared stumble close, my arm struck out and a third fell. I dropped to the ground and rolled between two undead, rising to my feet behind them, knife flashing out.
The sound of their moans was rising around me. As ever more noticed and headed my way, I slashed the claw blade across the face of a zombie and used my elbow to smash the cheekbone of another, pushing it back enough for me to turn and stab my blade through its eye.
A zombie lurched towards me and collapsed as Jinx collided with its legs, her teeth tearing at the flesh and tendons at the back of its ankles. She glanced back at me, dark blood colouring her maw, before she leapt at the next zombie, dancing away from it when it reached clumsily for her. I followed her example.
Keep moving, always moving, don’t stop, I kept repeating the words to myself as I ducked and weaved through the growing crowd. I kicked out the legs of a zombie and leapt its thrashing body to stab my knife down through the skull of the next.
I dropped my shoulder and caught the next below the ribs before pushing up and throwing it over my back. I ignored its attempts to grab my ankles as I threw a blow across the face of another. It did little to hurt it but threw it off balance enough for me to slide past it and plunge my combat knives blade into the temple of another.
My breath was coming fast, chest heaving as I pushed forward. Filth covered hands clawing at my clothing as I passed, ever more of them converging on me, blocking out the sight of my destination. My energy was running out and yet my enemies seemed to have an endless amount. Jinx was close by, her jaws snapping at any that tried to come too close to us.
Darkness closed in around me as I stabbed, slashed and kicked at the zombies. I’d stopped moving forward and had been forced to stand my ground, surrounded, a growing pile of corpses at my feet. We were holding them at bay, just barely.
Despite it all, I grinned. The mad grin of a man who knew death was coming close but one that contained a savage joy. It was these moments when the end was near that I felt truly alive. I had but one regret and that was failing Lily.
A rip sounded as the thick material of my coat was torn and I swung to lash out at the
All across the open grounds between the buildings, they walked. Slow, stumbling and more than a little stupid, but dangerous due to the sheer numbers of them. Fat, thin, old and young, men, women, and even the occasional child-sized creature.
They were united in death. Race, religion, and gender, all those things that had once set them apart from the others, held them aloof, was no longer. They were now, all the same. All mindless creatures that would wander the campus until they eventually decayed and died for a final time.
Each and every one of them would have one purpose when I stepped out from behind the building. One thought, one urge, to devour me. My smile was grim as I realised that perhaps this time, they’d manage it.
Not to try though, well that wasn’t going to happen. She relied on me and for once in my life I had a purpose beyond killing. I would do what I needed to do to ensure she survived and if that came at the price of my own life, well for some reason, that didn’t bother me.
I’d always known I would die sooner rather than later. It was inevitable considering my… hobby. May as well make it worthwhile, I thought as I readied my knives and sucked in a deep breath of fetid air. As ready as I’d ever be, I stepped out from behind the building.
On silent feet, I dashed across to the nearest zombie and sank my combat knife deep into its skull. It died without a sound but a cry rose from nearby as another noticed my presence. I leapt to my left as a zombie lurched towards me, ducking low beneath the swing of another and lashing out with my knife.
I hopped over its body and kicked away another that dared stumble close, my arm struck out and a third fell. I dropped to the ground and rolled between two undead, rising to my feet behind them, knife flashing out.
The sound of their moans was rising around me. As ever more noticed and headed my way, I slashed the claw blade across the face of a zombie and used my elbow to smash the cheekbone of another, pushing it back enough for me to turn and stab my blade through its eye.
A zombie lurched towards me and collapsed as Jinx collided with its legs, her teeth tearing at the flesh and tendons at the back of its ankles. She glanced back at me, dark blood colouring her maw, before she leapt at the next zombie, dancing away from it when it reached clumsily for her. I followed her example.
Keep moving, always moving, don’t stop, I kept repeating the words to myself as I ducked and weaved through the growing crowd. I kicked out the legs of a zombie and leapt its thrashing body to stab my knife down through the skull of the next.
I dropped my shoulder and caught the next below the ribs before pushing up and throwing it over my back. I ignored its attempts to grab my ankles as I threw a blow across the face of another. It did little to hurt it but threw it off balance enough for me to slide past it and plunge my combat knives blade into the temple of another.
My breath was coming fast, chest heaving as I pushed forward. Filth covered hands clawing at my clothing as I passed, ever more of them converging on me, blocking out the sight of my destination. My energy was running out and yet my enemies seemed to have an endless amount. Jinx was close by, her jaws snapping at any that tried to come too close to us.
Darkness closed in around me as I stabbed, slashed and kicked at the zombies. I’d stopped moving forward and had been forced to stand my ground, surrounded, a growing pile of corpses at my feet. We were holding them at bay, just barely.
Despite it all, I grinned. The mad grin of a man who knew death was coming close but one that contained a savage joy. It was these moments when the end was near that I felt truly alive. I had but one regret and that was failing Lily.
A rip sounded as the thick material of my coat was torn and I swung to lash out at the
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