The Zompire by Wayne Brown Page B

wooden partition. He tore through it and got into the adjoining room which had its door wide open. It quickly ran out that door, trailing the scent of the two scientists who had escaped. Their scent led him to the exit of the facility which was securely locked. It hit the door very hard, even running towards the door to give it a massive hit. Despite all its efforts of charging the door to break it down, it left nothing more than a dent of his fists on the metal alloy. It gave up on that and went back to room where he had attacked his victims. It went in and settled to make a meal of his victims. It fed voraciously, now eating their flesh as opposed to drinking only blood that it would have when it was only but a vampire. It now had very powerful jaws that chew through human flesh and cracked the bones as though it was merely munching on chicken leg bones. It cracked opened one of the bones after skinning it and sucked out every sip of bone marrow in it. Its eyes now a dirty light green, it left the room to seek an alternative exit and soon it found a window. It broke the louvre of glasses with its bare hands, suffering cuts that it seemed not to feel at all but met with the metal burglary protection fixed to the windows. He pushed a couple of times on the thick bars of metal before realizing it was not going to budge like that. It went around looking for a tool and stumbled into the tool room. The heaviest metal it could find was a huge adjustable spanner that had a heavy head. He picked it up and back at the window, it broke the concrete into which the rods were cast. Within few minutes of work, it was out and he was out in the open. It ran around the building to get to the main entrance and from there trailed the two that had escaped. It was determined not to let them go as its memories were now of them puncturing his calves and injecting something into him; memories he acquired as he ate the brains of the unfortunate remains of those in the lab. Given his speed, he got to the phone booth in no time and saw a blurred human figure within the three inch thick glass. Though he could not see who it was, he followed the scent and grabbing the caller, found it was not his game. He killed the man in his fury amidst his cries for help and immediately was on his way still trailing the scent of the two.
     
    Drs. Kerkov and Socrates had just left the other phone booth, panicking and contemplating where to go from there. They were yet afraid to go and wait around the medical facility till the emergency troops arrived. They had therefore opted to find a lodge or motel around and wait. They were still walking down a road that they expected to find a lodging accommodation along when they felt like they were being watched and followed. Kerkov was first to feel a tingle of his skin and stopped as if his sixth sense was in over-drive. He spun around sharply but there was nothing there. Socrates also felt strange and thus shared Kerkov’s suspicions. They hastened their footsteps in fear as the road was rather lonely. They had only walked briskly a little distance when a shadow fell before them. The figure was obviously standing right behind them judging from the light source and where its shadow fell. As Socrates turned around in horror, the creature’s tooth sank into his neck and it did not let go of him. Kerkov shouted and ran but he fell to the ground. The creature growled upon seeing Kerkov running away and quickly set his sights on him. He was fast, his speed was the same as that of a vampire; features he obviously retained in spite of his part transformation into a zombie. He was now fully transformed into a ZOMPIRE ….. a zombie vampire hybrid . Kerkov’s run for his life was in vain as the zombie morphed vampire closed in on him and knocked him flat to the ground. Whilst trying to regain his composure and get back onto his feet, he looked up into the menacing face of the creature, begging for his life to be spared. The zompire