Zombies! (Episode 6): Barriers Collapse by Ivan Turner Page A
Authors: Ivan Turner
Tags: Zombies
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Astoria. Can you all meet here at the same time in three days?"
Everyone nodded except Abby who wasn't sure she would be able to find an excuse to get out. She also wasn't sure if she was happy having thrown in with this group. Neither of the activities that Peter had outlined were illegal or dangerous, but she was still wary. These people were motivated by destructive emotions. She was afraid of the where that river might take her.
Minutes later, they were outside saying their goodbyes. Melissa started her fifteen year old Ford and waited while it warmed up. Peter exchanged some final instructions with the others while Abby stood by shivering. She noticed Peter lingering with Emily. They hugged before he came back over. That seemed odd.
"Ready?" he asked her.
She shrugged. Ready for what?
Peter climbed into the front seat and Abby got into the back. Melissa pulled out and drove slowly, following Peter's instructions. There are no areas of Queens that are not populated but there are some that shouldn't be. Melissa drove for a short time until the lights on the streets grew dim and the buildings were dark and foreboding. Some of them had been condemned and bore hazard stickers on the doors and windows. Peter looked at each of these, reading off instructions as he went. Finally, excitedly, he told Melissa to pull over.
Nestled between two buildings that still seemed to have some life in them was a squat building with blackened windows and peeling paint. Though everything looked old and out of use, there were chains through the doors and fresh padlocks holding the chains in place. Peter got out of the car and went right up to the building, bouncing on his feet like an excited little boy. Putting his ear to the door, he listened. Melissa shut the engine and the two women got out of the car. They followed him up to the door and waited while he listened.
"I don't hear anything," he said. Then he rapped on the door twice.
There was a pause and then the door bounced out, the chain keeping it closed. All three of them jumped back in alarm. After a moment, the door rattled again. Someone, or something, was trying to get out.
"I think we have a winner," Peter said, running back to the car.
Abby did not share in his exhilaration. While he and Melissa split up the leaflets, she just watched the door, expecting a wave of the undead to come crashing through. But the thing behind it tried only twice more and then went still.
"Keep alert," Peter was saying to her as he shoved a canvas shopping bag into her hand. "There's tape and glue inside here along with the flyers. Put all of them up. Watch out for anyone watching you." Then he left, running off to cover a different side of the building.
Melissa lingered a minute, looking after him. "He's very excited," she said. Then, to Abby, "Are you all right?"
"I'm not sure," Abby said.
Melissa chuckled, then walked away.
Abby watched her until she disappeared around the corner. Now Abby stood alone on the darkened street. She didn't know whether to be more afraid of the zombies or the criminals that might be lurking. Still, she couldn't very well stand around and do nothing so she started putting up the leaflets. Much to her surprise, the monotonous work helped her relax. The white papers stood out well against the dark building. While she worked, Abby thought about Martin and what she was going to tell him. If she planned on continuing with Peter, she would have to let Martin know. He wouldn't like it, but she couldn't lie to him regularly. Just the one lie was eating away at her. Whitaker hadn't called which meant that Martin hadn't called them gym. But it was getting late and Whitaker would be leaving soon. Then, if Martin called, there would be no one to answer the phone. She supposed he'd then call her cell phone directly, but how would she explain why no one picked up at the gym? There were too many contingencies to plan
Everyone nodded except Abby who wasn't sure she would be able to find an excuse to get out. She also wasn't sure if she was happy having thrown in with this group. Neither of the activities that Peter had outlined were illegal or dangerous, but she was still wary. These people were motivated by destructive emotions. She was afraid of the where that river might take her.
Minutes later, they were outside saying their goodbyes. Melissa started her fifteen year old Ford and waited while it warmed up. Peter exchanged some final instructions with the others while Abby stood by shivering. She noticed Peter lingering with Emily. They hugged before he came back over. That seemed odd.
"Ready?" he asked her.
She shrugged. Ready for what?
Peter climbed into the front seat and Abby got into the back. Melissa pulled out and drove slowly, following Peter's instructions. There are no areas of Queens that are not populated but there are some that shouldn't be. Melissa drove for a short time until the lights on the streets grew dim and the buildings were dark and foreboding. Some of them had been condemned and bore hazard stickers on the doors and windows. Peter looked at each of these, reading off instructions as he went. Finally, excitedly, he told Melissa to pull over.
Nestled between two buildings that still seemed to have some life in them was a squat building with blackened windows and peeling paint. Though everything looked old and out of use, there were chains through the doors and fresh padlocks holding the chains in place. Peter got out of the car and went right up to the building, bouncing on his feet like an excited little boy. Putting his ear to the door, he listened. Melissa shut the engine and the two women got out of the car. They followed him up to the door and waited while he listened.
"I don't hear anything," he said. Then he rapped on the door twice.
There was a pause and then the door bounced out, the chain keeping it closed. All three of them jumped back in alarm. After a moment, the door rattled again. Someone, or something, was trying to get out.
"I think we have a winner," Peter said, running back to the car.
Abby did not share in his exhilaration. While he and Melissa split up the leaflets, she just watched the door, expecting a wave of the undead to come crashing through. But the thing behind it tried only twice more and then went still.
"Keep alert," Peter was saying to her as he shoved a canvas shopping bag into her hand. "There's tape and glue inside here along with the flyers. Put all of them up. Watch out for anyone watching you." Then he left, running off to cover a different side of the building.
Melissa lingered a minute, looking after him. "He's very excited," she said. Then, to Abby, "Are you all right?"
"I'm not sure," Abby said.
Melissa chuckled, then walked away.
Abby watched her until she disappeared around the corner. Now Abby stood alone on the darkened street. She didn't know whether to be more afraid of the zombies or the criminals that might be lurking. Still, she couldn't very well stand around and do nothing so she started putting up the leaflets. Much to her surprise, the monotonous work helped her relax. The white papers stood out well against the dark building. While she worked, Abby thought about Martin and what she was going to tell him. If she planned on continuing with Peter, she would have to let Martin know. He wouldn't like it, but she couldn't lie to him regularly. Just the one lie was eating away at her. Whitaker hadn't called which meant that Martin hadn't called them gym. But it was getting late and Whitaker would be leaving soon. Then, if Martin called, there would be no one to answer the phone. She supposed he'd then call her cell phone directly, but how would she explain why no one picked up at the gym? There were too many contingencies to plan
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