Zombies! (Episode 5): Sinners and Saints by Ivan Turner Page B
Authors: Ivan Turner
Tags: Zombies
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mascara running down her cheeks. She brought one arm up to shield her eyes against the light.
“She's alive?” Ruiz blurted.
“Miss, I need you to say something, please,” Smith said.
She looked from one to the other, unable to see anything past the lights. “Are you really cops?”
Exhaling, Smith nodded and approached. “We really are. Are you wounded?”
“You mean bitten?”
“I do. I mean bitten.”
She shook her head. “No. I ran down here. It was so dark and I was so scared, but I found this corner and just...waited.”
“You're very lucky,” Smith said.
“Did you find Mary?”
Smith looked back at his three men as if they might know what she was talking about. Of course they didn't.
“She acted fast, grabbing up all of the kids and rushing into the classroom,” the girl explained. “I tried to get in but she didn't see me. She slammed the door shut and I could hear them throwing stuff against it. And the zombies...there were so many.”
Culph had heard children, Smith remembered. “I think we may have found them,” he assured her. “They're trying to get through that door now.”
Quickly she reached out and snatched his arm. “You don't understand. She grabbed all the children, but she was hurt. She was bitten!”
***
With Baches' first attempt, the door bowed in. The handle broke and it was clear that whoever was inside had piled up whatever they could find as a barricade. Encouraged, Baches continued to attack the door with vigor. Culph was amazed at the peace reflected on the big man's face as he hit first with his left shoulder and then with his right. Behind the door, they could hear furniture scraping. The children's cries became louder and more pronounced.
Suddenly, a face appeared at the door. He was maybe twelve years old, buzz cut across his head, wide eyes. When he saw the police uniforms, he reached through the crack and tried to wriggle out of the room.
“Get out of the way,” Culph yelled.
“Help us!” the boy cried back. “She's almost done with Jessica.”
Culph and Baches barely spared a glance for each other. Then they threw the sum total of their weight against the door and pushed, feet wedged up against the opposite wall. The door moved and moved again. There was a table between the boy and the door and he scrambled underneath it, getting through as soon as there was room. All at once there came a second child. And then a third. They scrambled out of the room one after the other, crying and screaming. Then they stopped coming and there was a flurry of sound and motion within.
“What the hell...” Culph began when a hand shot out and grabbed Baches by his leg. The skin on the hand was grey and stretched. It was an adult hand, probably a woman's. But it wasn't alive. Baches cursed and kicked at the wall until the thing let go.
Culph unslung his rifle but the hand disappeared back inside. Baches, visibly shaken, waited twenty seconds before going back to work, Rollins now helping. In the intervening moments between the time that Baches hit the door and Rollins hit the door, Culph stabbed the butt of his rifle inside to try and weaken the barrier. The screams of the children still in the room hit a crescendo and the men doubled their efforts.
Finally something gave and the door opened about eighteen inches. Shoving Baches aside, Culph threw everything he had against it, pushed it another three inches, and tumbled inside. He caught sight of the dead woman right away. She had long black hair which flew about her face wildly, hiding her eyes and damping her blood soaked cheeks and lips. Her right arm was torn to bits. It was so bad that Culph could see clear through to the bone. She'd been young, maybe twenty five, although it was hard to tell when they were dead. Her left hand was
“She's alive?” Ruiz blurted.
“Miss, I need you to say something, please,” Smith said.
She looked from one to the other, unable to see anything past the lights. “Are you really cops?”
Exhaling, Smith nodded and approached. “We really are. Are you wounded?”
“You mean bitten?”
“I do. I mean bitten.”
She shook her head. “No. I ran down here. It was so dark and I was so scared, but I found this corner and just...waited.”
“You're very lucky,” Smith said.
“Did you find Mary?”
Smith looked back at his three men as if they might know what she was talking about. Of course they didn't.
“She acted fast, grabbing up all of the kids and rushing into the classroom,” the girl explained. “I tried to get in but she didn't see me. She slammed the door shut and I could hear them throwing stuff against it. And the zombies...there were so many.”
Culph had heard children, Smith remembered. “I think we may have found them,” he assured her. “They're trying to get through that door now.”
Quickly she reached out and snatched his arm. “You don't understand. She grabbed all the children, but she was hurt. She was bitten!”
***
With Baches' first attempt, the door bowed in. The handle broke and it was clear that whoever was inside had piled up whatever they could find as a barricade. Encouraged, Baches continued to attack the door with vigor. Culph was amazed at the peace reflected on the big man's face as he hit first with his left shoulder and then with his right. Behind the door, they could hear furniture scraping. The children's cries became louder and more pronounced.
Suddenly, a face appeared at the door. He was maybe twelve years old, buzz cut across his head, wide eyes. When he saw the police uniforms, he reached through the crack and tried to wriggle out of the room.
“Get out of the way,” Culph yelled.
“Help us!” the boy cried back. “She's almost done with Jessica.”
Culph and Baches barely spared a glance for each other. Then they threw the sum total of their weight against the door and pushed, feet wedged up against the opposite wall. The door moved and moved again. There was a table between the boy and the door and he scrambled underneath it, getting through as soon as there was room. All at once there came a second child. And then a third. They scrambled out of the room one after the other, crying and screaming. Then they stopped coming and there was a flurry of sound and motion within.
“What the hell...” Culph began when a hand shot out and grabbed Baches by his leg. The skin on the hand was grey and stretched. It was an adult hand, probably a woman's. But it wasn't alive. Baches cursed and kicked at the wall until the thing let go.
Culph unslung his rifle but the hand disappeared back inside. Baches, visibly shaken, waited twenty seconds before going back to work, Rollins now helping. In the intervening moments between the time that Baches hit the door and Rollins hit the door, Culph stabbed the butt of his rifle inside to try and weaken the barrier. The screams of the children still in the room hit a crescendo and the men doubled their efforts.
Finally something gave and the door opened about eighteen inches. Shoving Baches aside, Culph threw everything he had against it, pushed it another three inches, and tumbled inside. He caught sight of the dead woman right away. She had long black hair which flew about her face wildly, hiding her eyes and damping her blood soaked cheeks and lips. Her right arm was torn to bits. It was so bad that Culph could see clear through to the bone. She'd been young, maybe twenty five, although it was hard to tell when they were dead. Her left hand was
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