Alan had some sort of plan.
He didn’t.
Alan stood like a stone wall, waiting until he’d
have to start shooting. Doing the math in his head, he reckoned that he had
roughly seven shots left before he needed to reload, and unluckily enough, the
rest of the ammo was in the car. Knowing that facing them down was suicide, he
very quickly rethought his plan. He needed a distraction: some thing loud, and
preferably very, very hot.
He ran from his spot by the door and used the
flashlight to find another door to the building. A minute of searching revealed
a door in the back, where the staff once worked, that let out into the parking
lot. Malcolm’s undead army wasn’t near this door, so it was his best shot at
his new, yet unlikely plan.
Propping the door open with a nearby chair, he went
outside. Looking at the eyesore of a car they’d been driving, he saw that it
had a leak underneath it. He didn’t know what it was, but he hoped it was
flammable. He aimed the shotgun at the car, and began to open fire.
Blast after blast hit the car and the ground beneath
it. The car’s body was riddled with holes, and sparks shot up off the ground
beneath the car. One of the last shots produced a spark that caught the
underside of the car on fire. Luckily, whatever the crap-mobile was leaking, it
was flammable. The Dead Ones definitely heard the noise, and would soon be
shambling around the corner. In just a few minutes, Alan knew that car would be
going up in flames, and he didn’t want to be outside when it did. He ran back
inside, and un-propped the door, letting it slam shut.
Running back out to the main area, Alan saw that the
Dead Ones were close to breaching the door. He had one last-ditch idea to stop
them in their tracks. Alan knew that some places had security systems that
would lock down a building in the event of an attack bombing. Unfortunately for
the people that had been here, the system was never activated. He wasn’t even
completely sure if a public library would have it, but he knew that if they
did, it would be under the front desk.
Frantically searching the front desk, he found the
switch for the lockdown, and silently thanked God that it existed. He just had
to hope it would work now. He flipped the switch, and instantly, he heard the
sound of heavy locks activating. The glass windows had metal blinders that
dropped down over them, rendering the glass unreachable. Now the library was
locked and they were trapped inside.
“ Library got
an upgrade.” He said to himself, in utter disbelief.
Alan darted up the stairs to find Kendra and let her
know what the situation was. He found her hiding off in a corner, looking more
scared than he had ever seen her. She never seemed to be one to hide in fear,
but this time, she’d been spooked pretty bad. Before he could talk to her, he
heard a loud bang outside. He was pretty sure the car just exploded.
Alan ran to the window to confirm his suspicion.
Sure enough, the eyesore that was their ‘borrowed’ car was now a burning hunk
of metal. The Dead Ones that were close to the vehicle when it went up in
flames began to burn, and the bodies soon dropped to the ground, finally being
destroyed by the fire.
Kendra’s voice sounded out behind him. “What
happened? What did you do?”
“I saved us.” Alan replied.
“I mean, what did you do exactly?” She asked, her
frustration beginning to show.
“I blew up the car.” He admitted.
“YOU BLEW UP THE CAR?!” Kendra exploded.
“I didn’t have much of a choice, Kendra!” Alan shot
back. “I used it as a distraction so that I could lockdown the library.”
“Lockdown? What kind of lockdown?” She asked him.
“This building has security measures. In case of an
attack, someone can press the button underneath the desk, and it will lockdown
all the doors and cover all windows on the first floor.” Alan explained. “The
windows up here will stay uncovered, and the procedure runs on backup power. I
can lift
He didn’t.
Alan stood like a stone wall, waiting until he’d
have to start shooting. Doing the math in his head, he reckoned that he had
roughly seven shots left before he needed to reload, and unluckily enough, the
rest of the ammo was in the car. Knowing that facing them down was suicide, he
very quickly rethought his plan. He needed a distraction: some thing loud, and
preferably very, very hot.
He ran from his spot by the door and used the
flashlight to find another door to the building. A minute of searching revealed
a door in the back, where the staff once worked, that let out into the parking
lot. Malcolm’s undead army wasn’t near this door, so it was his best shot at
his new, yet unlikely plan.
Propping the door open with a nearby chair, he went
outside. Looking at the eyesore of a car they’d been driving, he saw that it
had a leak underneath it. He didn’t know what it was, but he hoped it was
flammable. He aimed the shotgun at the car, and began to open fire.
Blast after blast hit the car and the ground beneath
it. The car’s body was riddled with holes, and sparks shot up off the ground
beneath the car. One of the last shots produced a spark that caught the
underside of the car on fire. Luckily, whatever the crap-mobile was leaking, it
was flammable. The Dead Ones definitely heard the noise, and would soon be
shambling around the corner. In just a few minutes, Alan knew that car would be
going up in flames, and he didn’t want to be outside when it did. He ran back
inside, and un-propped the door, letting it slam shut.
Running back out to the main area, Alan saw that the
Dead Ones were close to breaching the door. He had one last-ditch idea to stop
them in their tracks. Alan knew that some places had security systems that
would lock down a building in the event of an attack bombing. Unfortunately for
the people that had been here, the system was never activated. He wasn’t even
completely sure if a public library would have it, but he knew that if they
did, it would be under the front desk.
Frantically searching the front desk, he found the
switch for the lockdown, and silently thanked God that it existed. He just had
to hope it would work now. He flipped the switch, and instantly, he heard the
sound of heavy locks activating. The glass windows had metal blinders that
dropped down over them, rendering the glass unreachable. Now the library was
locked and they were trapped inside.
“ Library got
an upgrade.” He said to himself, in utter disbelief.
Alan darted up the stairs to find Kendra and let her
know what the situation was. He found her hiding off in a corner, looking more
scared than he had ever seen her. She never seemed to be one to hide in fear,
but this time, she’d been spooked pretty bad. Before he could talk to her, he
heard a loud bang outside. He was pretty sure the car just exploded.
Alan ran to the window to confirm his suspicion.
Sure enough, the eyesore that was their ‘borrowed’ car was now a burning hunk
of metal. The Dead Ones that were close to the vehicle when it went up in
flames began to burn, and the bodies soon dropped to the ground, finally being
destroyed by the fire.
Kendra’s voice sounded out behind him. “What
happened? What did you do?”
“I saved us.” Alan replied.
“I mean, what did you do exactly?” She asked, her
frustration beginning to show.
“I blew up the car.” He admitted.
“YOU BLEW UP THE CAR?!” Kendra exploded.
“I didn’t have much of a choice, Kendra!” Alan shot
back. “I used it as a distraction so that I could lockdown the library.”
“Lockdown? What kind of lockdown?” She asked him.
“This building has security measures. In case of an
attack, someone can press the button underneath the desk, and it will lockdown
all the doors and cover all windows on the first floor.” Alan explained. “The
windows up here will stay uncovered, and the procedure runs on backup power. I
can lift
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