Tales of the Zombie Apocalypse (Issue #2 | September 2015) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Michael Anthony
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
to visit Aisha.
“Don’t you hesitate, because Charlie won’t,” bellowed the voice in her head. It was right. Jenna pulled her Glock from her holster and turned her head away from the snarling girl. The bang of the shot would surely attract more of the infected. Jenna had to get off of the roof before they overran her.
She kicked furiously at the two bodies, wiping Kylie’s blood off of her face before making a dash for the door to the access stairs. The steel bar that had been used to keep it closed wasn’t damaged. Somebody had intentionally opened that door. Jenna replaced it and grabbed a few packs of instant noodles from the pile of food on the floor. It was time to get the hell out of there.
There are moments in life that you never forget. They never fade or lose their ability to bring tears to your eyes. Most of the time, when you are having one, you are unaware of how deeply that moment will affect you. But sometimes, on very rare occasions, you know that you will never be the same again. When Jenna saw the stunted shuffle of the girl, she knew it was one of those moments.
The wind caught her hair and made it dance for just a moment. How many hours had she spent trying to get that girl's hair to lay down? Jenna didn’t move. She needed to go, but she couldn’t look away.
“Aisha,” she whispered. The girl shuffled towards Jenna, silent and disoriented. Her soft brown eyes were still open, but the light in them had gone out. All that was left was the husk of the happy freshman she had been. Her skin and hair were all intact; she wasn't raging yet. Inside, some part of her was still fighting to hold on to who she was. Some small piece was still waiting for her mother to come and rescue her.
Jenna dropped the axe and walked over to the infected girl.
“Aisha, it’s mommy. I came sweety,” she announced to the girl she knew couldn’t answer her anymore. Tears rolled unbidden down her face.
Hours.
She had only been infected a few hours. Jenna began to think of all the things they did that morning that delayed their arrival. How many of those tasks could be put off for another day? Now her only child was among the infected, and there was nothing she could do to save her anymore. Something fragile broke inside Jenna, and she was quite sure she would never be able to mend it.
“Jenna, we are about ready to go. I see some movement in your direction. You need to get out of there now,” came Troy’s voice over the radio. The sound agitated Aisha. She flinched and grunted as if fighting an unseen enemy.
“The war doesn’t care about your relations,” screamed the voice in her head. Only this time she knew whose voice it was.
“You’re right, it doesn’t,” Jenna agreed as she lifted her gun and fired a single shot. The bullet passed straight through the girl’s head, leaving splatter everywhere, red and thick. Jenna walked over to the body and fired once more for good measure.
“Zombie,” said Jenna. She had named it. The thing she had killed was not her daughter; it was the thing that killed her daughter and took up residence in her skin.
“Keep moving! Movement is life,” instructed the voice.
“Jenna picked up her axe and holstered her gun. She stepped onto the elevator and prepared to fight her way back to her team. She reminded herself that they had managed to save a few, so it wasn’t a complete bust. It wasn’t exactly a victory either. Jenna pulled her goggles and face mask on and prepared to even the score a little.
When the elevator doors opened, Jenna greeted two zombies with her axe. She wielded it like a propeller, swinging left and right in a wide arch. Bodies dropped and stayed down, leaving a slurry of congealed blood and soft tissue in her wake. By the time she made it out to the green, she was covered in blood. Jenna crossed the grass at a dead run, without looking back. She could hear the growing
“Don’t you hesitate, because Charlie won’t,” bellowed the voice in her head. It was right. Jenna pulled her Glock from her holster and turned her head away from the snarling girl. The bang of the shot would surely attract more of the infected. Jenna had to get off of the roof before they overran her.
She kicked furiously at the two bodies, wiping Kylie’s blood off of her face before making a dash for the door to the access stairs. The steel bar that had been used to keep it closed wasn’t damaged. Somebody had intentionally opened that door. Jenna replaced it and grabbed a few packs of instant noodles from the pile of food on the floor. It was time to get the hell out of there.
There are moments in life that you never forget. They never fade or lose their ability to bring tears to your eyes. Most of the time, when you are having one, you are unaware of how deeply that moment will affect you. But sometimes, on very rare occasions, you know that you will never be the same again. When Jenna saw the stunted shuffle of the girl, she knew it was one of those moments.
The wind caught her hair and made it dance for just a moment. How many hours had she spent trying to get that girl's hair to lay down? Jenna didn’t move. She needed to go, but she couldn’t look away.
“Aisha,” she whispered. The girl shuffled towards Jenna, silent and disoriented. Her soft brown eyes were still open, but the light in them had gone out. All that was left was the husk of the happy freshman she had been. Her skin and hair were all intact; she wasn't raging yet. Inside, some part of her was still fighting to hold on to who she was. Some small piece was still waiting for her mother to come and rescue her.
Jenna dropped the axe and walked over to the infected girl.
“Aisha, it’s mommy. I came sweety,” she announced to the girl she knew couldn’t answer her anymore. Tears rolled unbidden down her face.
Hours.
She had only been infected a few hours. Jenna began to think of all the things they did that morning that delayed their arrival. How many of those tasks could be put off for another day? Now her only child was among the infected, and there was nothing she could do to save her anymore. Something fragile broke inside Jenna, and she was quite sure she would never be able to mend it.
“Jenna, we are about ready to go. I see some movement in your direction. You need to get out of there now,” came Troy’s voice over the radio. The sound agitated Aisha. She flinched and grunted as if fighting an unseen enemy.
“The war doesn’t care about your relations,” screamed the voice in her head. Only this time she knew whose voice it was.
“You’re right, it doesn’t,” Jenna agreed as she lifted her gun and fired a single shot. The bullet passed straight through the girl’s head, leaving splatter everywhere, red and thick. Jenna walked over to the body and fired once more for good measure.
“Zombie,” said Jenna. She had named it. The thing she had killed was not her daughter; it was the thing that killed her daughter and took up residence in her skin.
“Keep moving! Movement is life,” instructed the voice.
“Jenna picked up her axe and holstered her gun. She stepped onto the elevator and prepared to fight her way back to her team. She reminded herself that they had managed to save a few, so it wasn’t a complete bust. It wasn’t exactly a victory either. Jenna pulled her goggles and face mask on and prepared to even the score a little.
When the elevator doors opened, Jenna greeted two zombies with her axe. She wielded it like a propeller, swinging left and right in a wide arch. Bodies dropped and stayed down, leaving a slurry of congealed blood and soft tissue in her wake. By the time she made it out to the green, she was covered in blood. Jenna crossed the grass at a dead run, without looking back. She could hear the growing
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