was a tangle of garden hoses and wire that had most likely been used to help tie down young plants to help keep them growing in a particular direction. Tangled up in that unkempt tangle of hoses and wire he spotted a zombie struggling to free itself. Doug was pretty sure that the man was Cameron's father, but he could only get a glimpse of him for a second or two each time he rocked forward against the snare holding him in place from the knees down. From the worn patch of grass at the edge of the shed where his foot would scrape across the ground each time he tried to move forward, it looked as though he had been stuck in that same position for quite some time. Other than that single zombie, his route from the line of hedges through the side of the yard and onto the porch looked clear.
He studied Cameron's dad for a while and knew that he could present a problem. Doug was sure that he was stuck for the long term in that tangle of hoses and rope wrapped around his legs and wasn't worried about him breaking fre e suddenly and coming after him. His concern was that if he spotted him making a dash across the side of the house and into the back door he would let loose with a warning moan that would attract any other zombie within earshot and send them running in his direction. He thought about trying to drop onto his belly and crawl across the yard, but that would only get him as far as the patio, from there he would have no choice but to stand at least at a crouch and make his way up the stairs of the porch to the back door. The porch itself was elevated several feet off the ground and wide open to view from the backyard. From that corner of the shed the zombie had a direct line of sight to the porch and there was no way Doug could stay concealed long enough to get inside. That left him only one option. Moving further up the line of hedges he could reach a point where he would be able to cross the lawn and keep the shed between himself and the struggling zombie trapped on the other side. He could see that the both the main front door and a smaller side door of the shed had been left open. If he could reach the side door and keep from being overheard he would be able to get his hands on something on the inside from the gardening supplies that he could use as a weapon. Since the zombies entire focus was towards the back of the house as he continually tried to move forward against his impromptu leg restraints, Doug would be able to come up behind him from the back of the shed and deal with him. Doug was confident that he could reach the shed and obtain a weapon of some kind, it was the next part that he had reservations about. When it came down to actually killing someone, he didn't know if he really had it in him. He told himself over and over that in reality it wasn't a person he would be killing, the person that had once been Cameron's father was already dead. He would be killing an animal of sorts that would have no such reservations about tearing him apart in a split second while eating pieces of his body at the same time.
"Ok, time to stop being such a pussy and just get this done." He told himself out loud. The sound of his own voice speaking in such a ton e actually struck a chord with him and he started to feel that it just might be possible that he could pull this off. He had finally taken a stand against Emily for the first time in their marriage, if he could find the balls to do that then he could damn well find the balls to put that disgusting creature down for good.
Before he allowed himself a chance to start second guessing his decision he darted in a crouch along the hedges until he reached a point where he was line d up with the center of the shed and far out of sight of the zombie on the other side. Pushing his body into the dense shrubs, he wormed his way through until he finally reached the open lawn on the far side. Keeping as low to the ground as he could to minimize his profile, he darted to the side of
He studied Cameron's dad for a while and knew that he could present a problem. Doug was sure that he was stuck for the long term in that tangle of hoses and rope wrapped around his legs and wasn't worried about him breaking fre e suddenly and coming after him. His concern was that if he spotted him making a dash across the side of the house and into the back door he would let loose with a warning moan that would attract any other zombie within earshot and send them running in his direction. He thought about trying to drop onto his belly and crawl across the yard, but that would only get him as far as the patio, from there he would have no choice but to stand at least at a crouch and make his way up the stairs of the porch to the back door. The porch itself was elevated several feet off the ground and wide open to view from the backyard. From that corner of the shed the zombie had a direct line of sight to the porch and there was no way Doug could stay concealed long enough to get inside. That left him only one option. Moving further up the line of hedges he could reach a point where he would be able to cross the lawn and keep the shed between himself and the struggling zombie trapped on the other side. He could see that the both the main front door and a smaller side door of the shed had been left open. If he could reach the side door and keep from being overheard he would be able to get his hands on something on the inside from the gardening supplies that he could use as a weapon. Since the zombies entire focus was towards the back of the house as he continually tried to move forward against his impromptu leg restraints, Doug would be able to come up behind him from the back of the shed and deal with him. Doug was confident that he could reach the shed and obtain a weapon of some kind, it was the next part that he had reservations about. When it came down to actually killing someone, he didn't know if he really had it in him. He told himself over and over that in reality it wasn't a person he would be killing, the person that had once been Cameron's father was already dead. He would be killing an animal of sorts that would have no such reservations about tearing him apart in a split second while eating pieces of his body at the same time.
"Ok, time to stop being such a pussy and just get this done." He told himself out loud. The sound of his own voice speaking in such a ton e actually struck a chord with him and he started to feel that it just might be possible that he could pull this off. He had finally taken a stand against Emily for the first time in their marriage, if he could find the balls to do that then he could damn well find the balls to put that disgusting creature down for good.
Before he allowed himself a chance to start second guessing his decision he darted in a crouch along the hedges until he reached a point where he was line d up with the center of the shed and far out of sight of the zombie on the other side. Pushing his body into the dense shrubs, he wormed his way through until he finally reached the open lawn on the far side. Keeping as low to the ground as he could to minimize his profile, he darted to the side of
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