monsters increased. “They can probably smell us in here.”
The bolt broke away from the keeper, and the door slammed halfway open against the table.
Keith fired his gun, dropping the first rotting face that poked in, and every one that followed after. Kara handed him her gun and began reloading his.
The undead attempted to climb over the first few layers that had fallen to buckshot. Keith blasted every zombie fighting to enter, until the bodies stacked up in the doorway. Body on top of body now blocked the entry. He held his fire.
He could still hear them outside meandering about, but they were no longer trying to enter.
Was it over? Did he stumble upon that miracle he was praying for? Did a wall of dead zombies somehow mask him and Kara from whatever senses the living dead possessed?
The seconds passed, seeming like hours. Movement outside continued. The dead body on top of the pile suddenly disappeared from behind. Sunlight shone through and fell on Kara’s tearful eyes.
The next on top followed, and the next, until Keith put the first meatless face to show itself in his open sights and blasted it into fragments. The body dropped, then another, and another, blocking the door again. The hopeless game continued with the zombies in endless pursuit of the last two survivors.
Kara looked again through the window crack. There seemed no fewer of the undead in number than when it started.
"Keith, you promised you would save me . . . ."
"I will honey. I will. When it’s time."
"Do it now."
He looked over to her to protest, and saw she held an empty box of shells.
Kara looked at him with her big brown eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks. "Save me, Keith. Save me now."
With only three shells remaining, he knew the time had finally arrived.
"Please . . . if you really love me . . . ." Kara pulled the gun barrel toward her head. The skin on her fingers seared into the hot metal.
The bodies began clearing the doorway for the final assault.
"I do love you, Kara." Keith pulled the trigger. Kara’s beautiful face exploded onto the cabin walls. "I did it . . . I kept my promise . . . I saved you."
Keith turned back to the door. The head of another creature of darkness came into view. He pulled the trigger and blasted it backward.
He was down to his last shell.
With one last goodbye to his beloved Kara, Keith saved himself.
The End
Resurrection X: Zombie Evolution by Dane Hatchell
Published by Post Mortem Press
Chapters 1-4
Resurrection X: Zombie Evolution
Prologue
Modern times: Dallas, Texas, the year 2020
"If I had known that you were going to be this distracted, I would have cooked dinner for you at home," Hoyt Anders told his wife, Reba, as the couple sat at Cafe D'Esprit while browsing the drink menu. "This was supposed to be a special night for us, our tenth anniversary and all."
"Look at those two over there," Reba said, nodding her head to the left. "Disgusting, if you ask me."
Hoyt casually twisted his head toward the couple. " Those two aren't bothering anyone. They're just enjoying a meal, no different than you and me."
"Their kind shouldn’t be allowed in here. I can smell that rotting cabbage they’re eating way over here." Reba winced in repulsion. "They're trouble makers—nothing but equal right activists trying to stir up trouble. Some left wing organization put them up to this. You know most of them can’t even think for themselves."
In a dark corner near the kitchen door, at a small table with barely enough space to accommodate chairs, sat two members of the Non-Dead. Each wore the standard City Maintenance attire of dark blue, long-sleeved jumpsuit, and Department of Sanitation cap. The shadows hid the level of decay of their leathery faces.
"I'm sure it makes them feel more," Hoyt paused to choose