Tales of the Zombie Apocalypse (Issue #2 | September 2015) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Michael Anthony
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Zombies? Just saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. She was a rational and pragmatic woman, not a crackpot conspiracy theorist. And yet, here she was, checking her hair for brain matter as she tried to rescue her daughter from becoming one of the evil undead. That was the problem with the truth; sometimes it was so crazy you couldn’t face it without losing your mind.
Jenna made it into the building and decided against the stairwell. Being trapped in a concrete tube with unknown numbers of hostiles waiting on every landing didn’t seem like a good idea. She hit the call button and breathed a sigh of relief when the elevator doors opened, and nothing jumped out at her. She waited until the doors closed behind her before she checked her weapon. She had a full clip and one in the chamber, she was ready to rock and roll.
It was her father who had insisted that she learn to use a firearm. Back then it had been part of his Black Panther Party, conspiracy theorist mentality. He believed that it had been the government who broke up the Party, flooded the streets with narcotics and was running experiments for biological warfare on unsuspecting citizens. Turns out he was right about everything. He just didn’t live long enough to be vindicated.
The last time Jenna spoke to her daughter she had moved to the roof with some friends. They could still get a cell signal from there, and they might have a chance of being noticed by a search and rescue team from up there. Jenna told her to sit tight and stay there no matter what. That had been two days ago. She hadn’t been able to get in touch with her since.
When the elevator door opened, Jenna had her axe at the ready. She braced for impact, hoping that what she found would be hungry, dirty teens. Instead, she was greeted by silence. The knot in her stomach tightened as she stepped onto the roof and let the doors close behind her.
“Movement is life,” barked the voice in her head. The trouble was, she didn’t see any movement. No bird in the sky, no teens, no infected. There was the smell of coffee in the air. Jenna walked over to where somebody had rigged up a make, shift kitchen, complete with a toaster oven and a hot plate. The coffee was still warm, so she knew they had been here recently. Without any way to get in touch with Aisha, Jenna would have to wait for them to return.
“You need six eyes. Charlie doesn't play by any rules,” whispered the voice. The hairs on the back of Jenna’s neck stood on end as she crouched down by the coffee pot.
“Goddam monster,” she grunted as she swung her axe. She caught the zombie clean in the rib cage but the head of her axe lodged in its sternum. Blood poured out of the cavity in its chest. Jenna took a look at the monster before placing her boot on its chest and yanking her axe out. He hadn’t lost color yet. By the amount of blood, he was leaking and the lack of aggression in his face she knew he had only turned in the last hour or two.
Panic gripped Jenna. Her daughter had been here. If an infected person found their way to the roof, where would Aisha run to? There wasn’t anywhere to hide up here. Jenna scanned the rooftop. How the hell had the infected managed to make it up here? After about a day they all lost the ability to operate simple machines, like door knobs and buttons.
A moment later she got her answer. The stair access door swung open, and two freshies stumbled out. The first one rushed Jenna; she caught it on the side of the head with the flat of her axe. The second followed close behind, taking advantage of her momentary loss of balance. Jenna hit the ground with a thud. The only thing between her and the monster trying to infect her was the body of her most recent kill. The infected teen snapped and snarled at Jenna, just inches from her face.
“Kylie?”
The freshie paused momentarily, and Jenna knew it was her. She had met the girl last month when she came
Jenna made it into the building and decided against the stairwell. Being trapped in a concrete tube with unknown numbers of hostiles waiting on every landing didn’t seem like a good idea. She hit the call button and breathed a sigh of relief when the elevator doors opened, and nothing jumped out at her. She waited until the doors closed behind her before she checked her weapon. She had a full clip and one in the chamber, she was ready to rock and roll.
It was her father who had insisted that she learn to use a firearm. Back then it had been part of his Black Panther Party, conspiracy theorist mentality. He believed that it had been the government who broke up the Party, flooded the streets with narcotics and was running experiments for biological warfare on unsuspecting citizens. Turns out he was right about everything. He just didn’t live long enough to be vindicated.
The last time Jenna spoke to her daughter she had moved to the roof with some friends. They could still get a cell signal from there, and they might have a chance of being noticed by a search and rescue team from up there. Jenna told her to sit tight and stay there no matter what. That had been two days ago. She hadn’t been able to get in touch with her since.
When the elevator door opened, Jenna had her axe at the ready. She braced for impact, hoping that what she found would be hungry, dirty teens. Instead, she was greeted by silence. The knot in her stomach tightened as she stepped onto the roof and let the doors close behind her.
“Movement is life,” barked the voice in her head. The trouble was, she didn’t see any movement. No bird in the sky, no teens, no infected. There was the smell of coffee in the air. Jenna walked over to where somebody had rigged up a make, shift kitchen, complete with a toaster oven and a hot plate. The coffee was still warm, so she knew they had been here recently. Without any way to get in touch with Aisha, Jenna would have to wait for them to return.
“You need six eyes. Charlie doesn't play by any rules,” whispered the voice. The hairs on the back of Jenna’s neck stood on end as she crouched down by the coffee pot.
“Goddam monster,” she grunted as she swung her axe. She caught the zombie clean in the rib cage but the head of her axe lodged in its sternum. Blood poured out of the cavity in its chest. Jenna took a look at the monster before placing her boot on its chest and yanking her axe out. He hadn’t lost color yet. By the amount of blood, he was leaking and the lack of aggression in his face she knew he had only turned in the last hour or two.
Panic gripped Jenna. Her daughter had been here. If an infected person found their way to the roof, where would Aisha run to? There wasn’t anywhere to hide up here. Jenna scanned the rooftop. How the hell had the infected managed to make it up here? After about a day they all lost the ability to operate simple machines, like door knobs and buttons.
A moment later she got her answer. The stair access door swung open, and two freshies stumbled out. The first one rushed Jenna; she caught it on the side of the head with the flat of her axe. The second followed close behind, taking advantage of her momentary loss of balance. Jenna hit the ground with a thud. The only thing between her and the monster trying to infect her was the body of her most recent kill. The infected teen snapped and snarled at Jenna, just inches from her face.
“Kylie?”
The freshie paused momentarily, and Jenna knew it was her. She had met the girl last month when she came
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