that wound,” he ordered. Mike pulled off his yellow jacket and used it press the wound. James looked back at the woman. She didn't react to the additional commotion. She just sat up slowly and continued to chew on the piece of Dave's leg. Her face was expressionless although hypnotised. The milky eyes didn't blink and just stared into the air as though focused on something, but still looking beyond everything in front of them. As he watched James became aware of more movement. The man, who just a second ago also laid there dead, was now starting to roll over.
“ What the hell is going on?” a voice said, and James then realised the words had escaped his lips unconsciously. He watched, actually afraid now, as the man slowly got up to his feet and looked at him with his milky, dead eyes. James couldn't move. He just stood there watching. He looked away to see everyone else around had the same scared look he probably had. He looked back at the man whose mouth opened and let out a soft, yet chilling, moan.
Nobody knew what to do. The man who had led there dead for the best part of an hour was now standing looking right at them. The woman he was with was now just about done with chewing on part of Dave's leg, and realising her mouth was empty, she now started to get to her feet. The movement was slow and clumsy. She supported herself on her hands until she got herself to a point at which her feet were flat on the floor and she was bent right forward, her hands still supporting her upper body weight. The she lurched back in a motion similar to that of someone throwing their hair back from in front of their face. It looked as though she over did this move, as she fell clumsily back against the wall, steadied herself and then pushed herself off it again to regain her balance. Now the two animated corpses stood there, mouths slightly agape, staring at the people in the bank.
James was still holding his gun, frozen with shock due to what had just happened. The woman was the first to move, taking a shaky step towards him, almost as a baby would who was learning to walk. Slowly she came, but step by step she got closer. James held his hand up.
“Stop right there,” he said in a shaky voice, the fear and dryness of his throat very apparent in the way he spoke. She didn't respond. She just took another step forward, staring at him the whole time with an expressionless face. James repeated himself, but she took another step, this time letting out a slight hiss and baring her blood stained teeth. Now the man was moving as well, taking the first couple of unsure baby steps like the woman did, but then built his pace to a shambling walk. James raised his gun this time. “Stop where you are!” he shouted, the fear still in his voice. The two kept coming.
“ Shoot them!” shouted Gaz, standing next to Martin and still handcuffed. The group took a step back as the dead edged closer.
James spoke again. “Stop or I'll shoot!” he said, but they still kept coming. James didn't know what to do. The sight of the woman eating part of Dave's leg and the fact that two previously dead individuals were now up and moving around freely had broken his confidence and force and he was left like a fish out of water. One more step and she would have him. Whether or not the previous events had happened, he couldn't shake the fact these were civilians. It wasn't in his job to kill civilians. He steadied his finger on the trigger. He stepped back and prepared to fire, but his foot stood right on the body of Conner and he stumbled backwards over it. As he looked up, Conner was now moving, as though disturbed from a long sleep. He watched as he sat up slowly, a long string of dribble pouring from one corner of his mouth. His eyes locked with the dead milky eyes of the thief as his lips pulled back and bared his teeth.
The next thing he knew was that, without warning, the room was suddenly filled with noise, a deafening series of loud bangs in quick
“ What the hell is going on?” a voice said, and James then realised the words had escaped his lips unconsciously. He watched, actually afraid now, as the man slowly got up to his feet and looked at him with his milky, dead eyes. James couldn't move. He just stood there watching. He looked away to see everyone else around had the same scared look he probably had. He looked back at the man whose mouth opened and let out a soft, yet chilling, moan.
Nobody knew what to do. The man who had led there dead for the best part of an hour was now standing looking right at them. The woman he was with was now just about done with chewing on part of Dave's leg, and realising her mouth was empty, she now started to get to her feet. The movement was slow and clumsy. She supported herself on her hands until she got herself to a point at which her feet were flat on the floor and she was bent right forward, her hands still supporting her upper body weight. The she lurched back in a motion similar to that of someone throwing their hair back from in front of their face. It looked as though she over did this move, as she fell clumsily back against the wall, steadied herself and then pushed herself off it again to regain her balance. Now the two animated corpses stood there, mouths slightly agape, staring at the people in the bank.
James was still holding his gun, frozen with shock due to what had just happened. The woman was the first to move, taking a shaky step towards him, almost as a baby would who was learning to walk. Slowly she came, but step by step she got closer. James held his hand up.
“Stop right there,” he said in a shaky voice, the fear and dryness of his throat very apparent in the way he spoke. She didn't respond. She just took another step forward, staring at him the whole time with an expressionless face. James repeated himself, but she took another step, this time letting out a slight hiss and baring her blood stained teeth. Now the man was moving as well, taking the first couple of unsure baby steps like the woman did, but then built his pace to a shambling walk. James raised his gun this time. “Stop where you are!” he shouted, the fear still in his voice. The two kept coming.
“ Shoot them!” shouted Gaz, standing next to Martin and still handcuffed. The group took a step back as the dead edged closer.
James spoke again. “Stop or I'll shoot!” he said, but they still kept coming. James didn't know what to do. The sight of the woman eating part of Dave's leg and the fact that two previously dead individuals were now up and moving around freely had broken his confidence and force and he was left like a fish out of water. One more step and she would have him. Whether or not the previous events had happened, he couldn't shake the fact these were civilians. It wasn't in his job to kill civilians. He steadied his finger on the trigger. He stepped back and prepared to fire, but his foot stood right on the body of Conner and he stumbled backwards over it. As he looked up, Conner was now moving, as though disturbed from a long sleep. He watched as he sat up slowly, a long string of dribble pouring from one corner of his mouth. His eyes locked with the dead milky eyes of the thief as his lips pulled back and bared his teeth.
The next thing he knew was that, without warning, the room was suddenly filled with noise, a deafening series of loud bangs in quick
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