Tiredness Kills - A Zombie Tale by Unknown Page B

down
relentlessly. Zombie groans filled the air, entwined by the occasional blood
-curdling scream as yet another poor victim became lunch. The two comrades checked
their arsenal. Between them they carried one of Kelly's crowbars, a samurai
umbrella, a chair leg and a wallet ninja.

 
    “We need more weapons,” said
Scott looking at the dismal collection. “Food isn't gonna' be much help here,
as I can't see us decapitating this lot with sausages or distracting them with
a cup of tea! We need to get over to the W.H. Smith shop and see what's there!”

 
    In between them and the shop
was the large charity bear, swinging its arms around and getting more and more
frustrated at its inability to get near enough to anyone to feast on.

 
    “I have an idea,” said Scott,
“How sharp is your brolly?”

 
    “Sharp enough to have killed
the bloke in the supermarket. Why?”

 
    “If we can pierce Padsey or whatever his name is, we can use him as a human
shield to get us across to the shop!”

 
    “Human shield?” laughed Ant.
“He's anything but human! But okay, let's give it a go!”

 
    They waited until the bear
was shuffling along with his back to them and then headed towards it like a
couple of pent- up lions out hunting. Scott, keeping low, ran around to its front
and, on seeing Ant holding the brolly in position behind it, he gave an
almighty shove on the bear's padded belly. At the same time Ant launched the
pointed steel brolly right into its back. It was an almighty team effort and it
worked. They had skewered the cuddly foam -spitting animal.

 
    Slightly shocked at the
success of the operation, Scott joined Ant at the rear and they proceeded to
control the beast to their advantage, forcing it to clear a path through the
bloody undead, knocking them into different directions. This plan worked a
treat right up to the shop entrance where, unbeknownst to them, a small zombie
baby was crawling across their path. The stumbling feet of the bear tripped
over the poor little thing and it fell forwards in a heap, forcing them to let
go of the umbrella. Ant, with the reflexes of a cat, grabbed the handle and
yanked it out of the back of the creature. It made a soft slurping sound as it
bought out with it a couple of internal organs, one of which could easily have
been a liver. Without stopping to think, Ant held the weapon aloft, as you
would a javelin. Scott watched as his mate coldly and accurately launched the
bloody umbrella straight into the open mouth of the snarling bear.

 
      “What you saying now, Tosser ?”
he demanded with a slightly maniacal look on his face!

 
    “Watch out!” shouted Scott,
pointing to the small crawling baby that was trying to clamp on to Ant's leg.

 
    Ant shook his leg free of the
snarling ankle biter and lifted his other foot in line with the baby's head. He
pulled back his right foot as if to take a penalty and then.....

 
    “I can't do it,
Scott......I'm not an animal!” he spluttered.

 
      Both men looked at the tiny creature, who inspite of its frothing, growling and crazed look had still
managed to retain some of its cuteness.

 
    “Nah nor me!” admitted Scott.
“Anyway it's got no teeth! It can't do much harm!”

 
    Carefully stepping around the
foaming baby, Scott and Ant hurried on into the retail store to gather any kind
of ammunition that they could use in this crazy war.

 
      Inside the shop there were a few different
types of zombie. From their crouched position in the book department, amongst
the littered remnants of what looked like the aftermath of a full blown riot,
they observed their enemy. It was easy enough to spot a zombie due to its
movement, its overall look, and the deep guttural groans that it emitted; but
there was also    an obvious range
becoming apparent. A zombie's physical ability depends solely on the person's
previous strengths and weaknesses.   As
the two men peered around shelves and over display