the office staff, who had been unable to flee
downstairs bite-free was knocked backwards several feet by the facial punch,
throwing him flat against the one wall that housed an empty ladder fixing. The
metal holding that jutted out, punctured straight through the slightly
decomposing skin, splitting part of the skull and piercing the soft brain,
pinning the poor crazy looking monster in a standing position.
“Is he dead?” asked Kelly,
moving towards him and waving her hand across his face. Before Jordan could
answer, the monster let out a blood- curdling groan.
“Not quite!” said a shaken
Jordan, punching in the code to the locked door, “But he aint going nowhere fast!”
A limping Kelly followed him
through the door, with one last look behind her hoping to see if any of the
four friends that they had become separated from had caught up yet. 'Please
make it' she whispered before shutting the door behind her.
Josh and Jon had needed to
make a slight detour due to the large amount of zombie arousal that had been
produced en route as a result of the warrior charge. Keeping fairly low to the
ground, they manoeuvred through the maze of upturned tables and chairs littered
throughout the chaotic restaurant. Josh was in front with a crowbar whilst Jon
moved backwards, his extended Wolverine claws ready to swipe any biters that
may pick up their trail.
They made it unchallenged to
the double doors that led to the walkway, which would then take them to the
corridor behind the Burger King unit. Josh gingerly pushed open the heavy
doors, and, seeing no movement from his line of sight, beckoned Jon to follow.
Once through, they quietly dragged some of the large cages that were stored
there over to barricade the doors against any future zombie pressure. They then slowly edged their way along the
walkway. On reaching the entrance to the corridor they heard the unmistakable
sound of the undead growling for food. Carefully, they peered round the concrete wall. A group of around ten
hungry zombies were clawing away at the closed walk-in chiller door,
thankfully no longer possessing the
brain power to figure out that the fridge could easily be accessed by pulling the large grey
handle on the outside of the door.
“There are people in the
fridge!” whispered Jon.
“Ye, ye,” agreed Josh “What
do you reckon we should do?”
“Well, it's hard to say
really, 'cos we don't know who's in there. I don't fancy risking my life for
anyone I don't like. You know, the kind that wouldn't do it for us. And anyway
they might have died of hypothermia by now!” said Jon diplomatically.
Josh did a quick mental
re-run of who he had seen and flirted with that day and suddenly grabbed Jon's
arm. “Charlie and Sian are on shift today!” he announced in an excited whisper.
“They are so hot. It's worth the risk, mate. Just think how grateful they would
be if we rescued 'em. God I'd earn so many man points!”
“ Jeeesh ,
man, think with your brain for once! Mind you.......” he then paused to ponder,
“We could be heroes! Let's do this!”
Using mainly hand gestures and low whispers
and a quick game of rock paper scissors, they formulated a plan that involved
Josh ramming the zombies out of the way with one of the wheeled cages whilst
Jon opened the door, rescuing the distressed maidens by hurling them onto the
trolley on its return journey and then heading hell- for- leather down the
corridor towards the stairs.
Without the luxury of time to iron out any
possible flaws in the plan, they stood, trolley poised, and on the count of
three the two hopeful heroes- complete with a spontaneous war cry- skidded
round the corner and ran the hundred yards or so towards the grisly mob,
gathering speed as they went.
Impact was sudden, successful and a tad mushy
due to an onset of mild decomposition. Josh had managed to ram the group good
and hard, and the blithering
downstairs bite-free was knocked backwards several feet by the facial punch,
throwing him flat against the one wall that housed an empty ladder fixing. The
metal holding that jutted out, punctured straight through the slightly
decomposing skin, splitting part of the skull and piercing the soft brain,
pinning the poor crazy looking monster in a standing position.
“Is he dead?” asked Kelly,
moving towards him and waving her hand across his face. Before Jordan could
answer, the monster let out a blood- curdling groan.
“Not quite!” said a shaken
Jordan, punching in the code to the locked door, “But he aint going nowhere fast!”
A limping Kelly followed him
through the door, with one last look behind her hoping to see if any of the
four friends that they had become separated from had caught up yet. 'Please
make it' she whispered before shutting the door behind her.
Josh and Jon had needed to
make a slight detour due to the large amount of zombie arousal that had been
produced en route as a result of the warrior charge. Keeping fairly low to the
ground, they manoeuvred through the maze of upturned tables and chairs littered
throughout the chaotic restaurant. Josh was in front with a crowbar whilst Jon
moved backwards, his extended Wolverine claws ready to swipe any biters that
may pick up their trail.
They made it unchallenged to
the double doors that led to the walkway, which would then take them to the
corridor behind the Burger King unit. Josh gingerly pushed open the heavy
doors, and, seeing no movement from his line of sight, beckoned Jon to follow.
Once through, they quietly dragged some of the large cages that were stored
there over to barricade the doors against any future zombie pressure. They then slowly edged their way along the
walkway. On reaching the entrance to the corridor they heard the unmistakable
sound of the undead growling for food. Carefully, they peered round the concrete wall. A group of around ten
hungry zombies were clawing away at the closed walk-in chiller door,
thankfully no longer possessing the
brain power to figure out that the fridge could easily be accessed by pulling the large grey
handle on the outside of the door.
“There are people in the
fridge!” whispered Jon.
“Ye, ye,” agreed Josh “What
do you reckon we should do?”
“Well, it's hard to say
really, 'cos we don't know who's in there. I don't fancy risking my life for
anyone I don't like. You know, the kind that wouldn't do it for us. And anyway
they might have died of hypothermia by now!” said Jon diplomatically.
Josh did a quick mental
re-run of who he had seen and flirted with that day and suddenly grabbed Jon's
arm. “Charlie and Sian are on shift today!” he announced in an excited whisper.
“They are so hot. It's worth the risk, mate. Just think how grateful they would
be if we rescued 'em. God I'd earn so many man points!”
“ Jeeesh ,
man, think with your brain for once! Mind you.......” he then paused to ponder,
“We could be heroes! Let's do this!”
Using mainly hand gestures and low whispers
and a quick game of rock paper scissors, they formulated a plan that involved
Josh ramming the zombies out of the way with one of the wheeled cages whilst
Jon opened the door, rescuing the distressed maidens by hurling them onto the
trolley on its return journey and then heading hell- for- leather down the
corridor towards the stairs.
Without the luxury of time to iron out any
possible flaws in the plan, they stood, trolley poised, and on the count of
three the two hopeful heroes- complete with a spontaneous war cry- skidded
round the corner and ran the hundred yards or so towards the grisly mob,
gathering speed as they went.
Impact was sudden, successful and a tad mushy
due to an onset of mild decomposition. Josh had managed to ram the group good
and hard, and the blithering
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