pulp of minced flesh. He growled and swung an angry, clubbing blow, but Jack altered his course and sped by.
The street on the far side of the park was not dissimilar to his own, except the properties were large family homes rather than flats. Each one three full floors of high ceilings, glorious history, and expensive, almost unaffordable upkeep.
There were a few people outside. Including a family who were trying hard to shepherd everybody out of their house and into the waiting minivan. The driver’s door was open and the engine was running. The car itself fully stocked with clothes and supplies.
The family of four were hurrying down the steps. The father and eldest child were first, carrying one final suitcase between them. After them came the mother and daughter. Both were crying, the daughter uncontrollably so. She clung to her mother as if she would be lost if her grip was somehow broken.
For a moment, Jack thought about stealing the car. Just jumping behind the wheel and leaving them behind. He chided himself as soon as the thought arose.
The undead forced his hand somewhat, however, for once the father’s throat had been ripped out by the blood-covered, reanimated corpse that seemed to appear through the darkness, the rest of the family’s fate was sealed.
The mother stopped in her tracks. She turned to sprint upstairs but lost her footing and fell. She pitched forward, and the sound of her head bouncing from the edge of the concrete steps was something that seemed to roll heavy on the air. What was the worst, as far as Jack was concerned, was the silence. The son and the mother made no sound at all. The mother not as she fell, her neck snapping backwards as she bounced her way down the steps, her terrified daughter trapped beneath her, still unwilling to break her hold. The boy was silent as the second creature reached him, its claw-like fingers raking deep gouges of flesh from the side of his face. Blood pulsed in thick spurts. It looked black.
The scent of blood and meat wafted on the early morning breeze, and combined with the heavy, storm-filled atmosphere, it made Jack want to vomit.
Jack knew he should move to help the family, but only the little girl was left, and a crowd of three undead monsters had already descended. They tore their way through the mother, and would simply keep on digging until they got her, too.
Jack ran for the car, opening the passenger door. He jumped across the seat and slid behind the wheel.
His movements caught the attention of one creature who turned and glared. It had a mouthful of meat dribbling from its lips, long strands of torn muscle dangling like spaghetti. The creature reached out and grabbed hold of Jack.
Jack saw it coming and moved just enough to ensure the dead man’s grip closed around the seatbelt buckle.
Not waiting any longer, Jack threw his foot onto the gas pedal. The car lurched forward. Thankfully, it was an automatic, because Jack forgot all about gears and the concept of shifting through them.
The minivan surged forward, its engine groaning from the savage gunning it was being given. The car sped down the road with the undead man still holding on. It was growling and roaring as its legs dragged along the tarmac, stripping away layer after layer of dead tissue and flesh. The creature seemed not to notice, and heaved itself closer to the open driver’s side door.
Jack accelerated a little more and then slammed on the brakes. Not only was the hungry corpse unable to stop its momentum in such a speedy fashion, but it collided head first with the door that was whipped closed by the sudden stop.
The skull burst, caving in on the far side. Dark, clotted blood streaked the door that bounced open.
Reaching out, Jack grabbed the door and pulled it closed. Again and again he slammed it shut. The creature’s head was crushed further and further before it was fully separated from the rest of the body. Even after decapitation the arm held fast, its grip
The street on the far side of the park was not dissimilar to his own, except the properties were large family homes rather than flats. Each one three full floors of high ceilings, glorious history, and expensive, almost unaffordable upkeep.
There were a few people outside. Including a family who were trying hard to shepherd everybody out of their house and into the waiting minivan. The driver’s door was open and the engine was running. The car itself fully stocked with clothes and supplies.
The family of four were hurrying down the steps. The father and eldest child were first, carrying one final suitcase between them. After them came the mother and daughter. Both were crying, the daughter uncontrollably so. She clung to her mother as if she would be lost if her grip was somehow broken.
For a moment, Jack thought about stealing the car. Just jumping behind the wheel and leaving them behind. He chided himself as soon as the thought arose.
The undead forced his hand somewhat, however, for once the father’s throat had been ripped out by the blood-covered, reanimated corpse that seemed to appear through the darkness, the rest of the family’s fate was sealed.
The mother stopped in her tracks. She turned to sprint upstairs but lost her footing and fell. She pitched forward, and the sound of her head bouncing from the edge of the concrete steps was something that seemed to roll heavy on the air. What was the worst, as far as Jack was concerned, was the silence. The son and the mother made no sound at all. The mother not as she fell, her neck snapping backwards as she bounced her way down the steps, her terrified daughter trapped beneath her, still unwilling to break her hold. The boy was silent as the second creature reached him, its claw-like fingers raking deep gouges of flesh from the side of his face. Blood pulsed in thick spurts. It looked black.
The scent of blood and meat wafted on the early morning breeze, and combined with the heavy, storm-filled atmosphere, it made Jack want to vomit.
Jack knew he should move to help the family, but only the little girl was left, and a crowd of three undead monsters had already descended. They tore their way through the mother, and would simply keep on digging until they got her, too.
Jack ran for the car, opening the passenger door. He jumped across the seat and slid behind the wheel.
His movements caught the attention of one creature who turned and glared. It had a mouthful of meat dribbling from its lips, long strands of torn muscle dangling like spaghetti. The creature reached out and grabbed hold of Jack.
Jack saw it coming and moved just enough to ensure the dead man’s grip closed around the seatbelt buckle.
Not waiting any longer, Jack threw his foot onto the gas pedal. The car lurched forward. Thankfully, it was an automatic, because Jack forgot all about gears and the concept of shifting through them.
The minivan surged forward, its engine groaning from the savage gunning it was being given. The car sped down the road with the undead man still holding on. It was growling and roaring as its legs dragged along the tarmac, stripping away layer after layer of dead tissue and flesh. The creature seemed not to notice, and heaved itself closer to the open driver’s side door.
Jack accelerated a little more and then slammed on the brakes. Not only was the hungry corpse unable to stop its momentum in such a speedy fashion, but it collided head first with the door that was whipped closed by the sudden stop.
The skull burst, caving in on the far side. Dark, clotted blood streaked the door that bounced open.
Reaching out, Jack grabbed the door and pulled it closed. Again and again he slammed it shut. The creature’s head was crushed further and further before it was fully separated from the rest of the body. Even after decapitation the arm held fast, its grip
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