and down on the
spot, laughing hysterically. Sarah watched the man in shock, trying to stop
herself from running in case it caused the man to leap into action.
“We’ve got to go,” Mark whispered. “You see the
cottage behind us? Back towards it but don’t run.”
Sarah nodded and with Mark, began slowly back-stepping towards the curb behind them.
The infected man stopped jumping and stared at them, a dramatic look of hurt on
his face. Sarah paused for a second, fooled by the very human emotion on the
man’s face. The man’s down-turned mouth curled upwards into a toothy smile that
didn’t reach his eyes and he blew a kiss to her through bloody hands. Bile rose
in Sarah’s throat and she could take it no longer — she turned around and fled
towards the bungalow across from them.
“Sarah!” Mark screamed and ran after her.
The infected man saw his opportunity and sprinted
after them with amazing speed, laughing angrily. Sarah, who was not as fast a
runner, ran towards the front gate of the bungalow and fumbled with the latch
with trembling hands. It wouldn’t budge. She looked behind her to see Mark gaining
on her, closely followed by the infected man.
“Over the fence!” Mark screamed.
“Ov fence! Ov fence!” the infected mocked,
laughing wildly.
Sarah willed herself to climb over the fence but
her legs wouldn’t move, fear had taken over her body and she watched helplessly
as Mark’s pursuer grabbed onto his jacket, trying to pull him to the floor. She
let out a scream.
Mark tried to shake the man off him and run
towards Sarah but the grip on his clothing was remarkably strong. He could feel
himself being pulled backwards and knew he’d have to act fast. He spun around
swiftly and the infected man released his grip, a comical look of surprise on
his face — but that didn’t last for long. He burst into manic laughter and
clawed out for Mark’s face but Mark moved to the side and swung his right arm
around, connecting the crowbar to the side of the man’s head. The man fell to
the floor, clutching at the wound on his head and screamed. His legs began
thrashing wildly, clearly in agony as blood poured from his eyes and nose. Mark
hit him again and again in the same spot, crushing the man’s hands as they
cradled his own skull.
Sarah turned away from them, listening to the
cracking blows and the infected man’s dying screams as they faded out into
nothing. She stood there in silence, unable to turn around as footsteps
approached her.
“Are you okay?” Mark panted, appearing at her
side.
Sarah nodded and turned to face Mark, trying to
ignore the bloody heap in the road that she saw in the corner of her eye. “Are
you?”
“I’m fine. This is not the first time I’ve had to
do that.” Mark was panting and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He
wiped blood from his hands on to his jeans.
“He spoke to you,” Sarah said, looking at the mess
dripping off of Mark’s crowbar onto the asphalt.
“Yeah, they do that sometimes,” Mark said
distractedly as he looked towards the trail. “Come on, we really should go
now.”
Sarah only took a few steps towards the trail when
she heard a noise that sounded like crying coming from the bungalow they were
stood next to.
Mark heard the sound and carried on walking.
“Wait!” Sarah whispered, running after him. “There’s
someone in there!”
“We can’t get involved, Sarah,” Mark whispered
back. He stopped walking and turned back to her. “It could be one of them .”
Another little burst of crying came from the bungalow,
it sounded female.
“Wouldn’t she be out here already after the
commotion we made, if she was infected? She could be hurt. We have to see if
she’s okay,” Sarah said and walked back towards the bungalow.
“It’s not our problem!” Mark growled between
gritted teeth, getting annoyed.
Sarah stopped outside
spot, laughing hysterically. Sarah watched the man in shock, trying to stop
herself from running in case it caused the man to leap into action.
“We’ve got to go,” Mark whispered. “You see the
cottage behind us? Back towards it but don’t run.”
Sarah nodded and with Mark, began slowly back-stepping towards the curb behind them.
The infected man stopped jumping and stared at them, a dramatic look of hurt on
his face. Sarah paused for a second, fooled by the very human emotion on the
man’s face. The man’s down-turned mouth curled upwards into a toothy smile that
didn’t reach his eyes and he blew a kiss to her through bloody hands. Bile rose
in Sarah’s throat and she could take it no longer — she turned around and fled
towards the bungalow across from them.
“Sarah!” Mark screamed and ran after her.
The infected man saw his opportunity and sprinted
after them with amazing speed, laughing angrily. Sarah, who was not as fast a
runner, ran towards the front gate of the bungalow and fumbled with the latch
with trembling hands. It wouldn’t budge. She looked behind her to see Mark gaining
on her, closely followed by the infected man.
“Over the fence!” Mark screamed.
“Ov fence! Ov fence!” the infected mocked,
laughing wildly.
Sarah willed herself to climb over the fence but
her legs wouldn’t move, fear had taken over her body and she watched helplessly
as Mark’s pursuer grabbed onto his jacket, trying to pull him to the floor. She
let out a scream.
Mark tried to shake the man off him and run
towards Sarah but the grip on his clothing was remarkably strong. He could feel
himself being pulled backwards and knew he’d have to act fast. He spun around
swiftly and the infected man released his grip, a comical look of surprise on
his face — but that didn’t last for long. He burst into manic laughter and
clawed out for Mark’s face but Mark moved to the side and swung his right arm
around, connecting the crowbar to the side of the man’s head. The man fell to
the floor, clutching at the wound on his head and screamed. His legs began
thrashing wildly, clearly in agony as blood poured from his eyes and nose. Mark
hit him again and again in the same spot, crushing the man’s hands as they
cradled his own skull.
Sarah turned away from them, listening to the
cracking blows and the infected man’s dying screams as they faded out into
nothing. She stood there in silence, unable to turn around as footsteps
approached her.
“Are you okay?” Mark panted, appearing at her
side.
Sarah nodded and turned to face Mark, trying to
ignore the bloody heap in the road that she saw in the corner of her eye. “Are
you?”
“I’m fine. This is not the first time I’ve had to
do that.” Mark was panting and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He
wiped blood from his hands on to his jeans.
“He spoke to you,” Sarah said, looking at the mess
dripping off of Mark’s crowbar onto the asphalt.
“Yeah, they do that sometimes,” Mark said
distractedly as he looked towards the trail. “Come on, we really should go
now.”
Sarah only took a few steps towards the trail when
she heard a noise that sounded like crying coming from the bungalow they were
stood next to.
Mark heard the sound and carried on walking.
“Wait!” Sarah whispered, running after him. “There’s
someone in there!”
“We can’t get involved, Sarah,” Mark whispered
back. He stopped walking and turned back to her. “It could be one of them .”
Another little burst of crying came from the bungalow,
it sounded female.
“Wouldn’t she be out here already after the
commotion we made, if she was infected? She could be hurt. We have to see if
she’s okay,” Sarah said and walked back towards the bungalow.
“It’s not our problem!” Mark growled between
gritted teeth, getting annoyed.
Sarah stopped outside
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