The Z Word (A Zombie Novel)

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Author: Shaun Whittington
Clare asked what was wrong. I never answered her. She got to her feet and looked in the same direction I was looking. The face of a ghoul was pressed against the frosted glass of my front door.
    "Who is it?" Clare asked.
    "Well, I haven't paid the window cleaner for a few weeks."
    She huffed, "Seriously?"
    "What do you think? It's one of them, isn't it?"
    "What do you think the cunt's doing?"
    I winced when she asked me the question, simply because she had used the C word. I hated that word, especially when a woman used it. Does that sound a little sexist? I don't know. For me, it just sounded worse coming from a female.
    I never answered her question, because I had no clue what the thing was doing, I just hoped that it was going to go away. I just didn't want the thing attracting others to my house. It slowly moved away, leaving a small, bloody smear on the outside pane. We both looked at one another and I sat back down onto the couch.
    "Well, bugger me." Clare was clearly shaken. "That was scary shit."
    I stood back up.
    "Jesus!" Clare said sharply. "You're like a jack in the box."
    "Well, forgive me for being a little on edge, Clare. I've just seen a woman being ripped to pieces in my street; the news is telling me the world's going to the crapper and...I think I may have the shits. So, if you'll excuse me."
    "I saw it as well, you know." Clare called out as I began to jog to the downstairs bathroom. She added, "I live in this world too, you know, selfish prick!"
    I was about to tell her to keep her voice down, but by then she had finished. I closed the bathroom door behind me. My stomach was doing somersaults and I wasn't sure if it was the days of alcohol, my nerves, because of what was happening outside, or a mixture of the two.
    As my backside decorated the toilet pan, I could hear Clare beginning to cuss again. She had more family members to be concerned about compared to me, and she had also seen her boyfriend become one of them. I feel it's fair to say that my outburst was a little selfish and I think I touched a raw nerve.
    Once I was finished, I flushed the toilet. I had no idea if that was the right thing to do, but I massaged my mind by convincing myself that it wasn't that loud anyway, and I could hardly leave the stink lying there.
    After washing my hands, I walked into the hallway and trotted upstairs. This time, instead of looking out of the front bedroom window that looked out onto the main road, I went to my own bedroom and peered out to see people's back gardens.
    I opened my bedroom window slightly to be greeted with a mixture of sounds like sirens, car alarms, dogs barking and human screams. It was horrendous, and I saw people in their bedrooms, waving at me, scared for their lives. It seemed they weren't happy where they were. I guessed there was probably an infected family member inside, or they had zero supplies to keep them going. But what could I do? Take them into my fully-stocked house and tell them to make themselves at home? I wasn't about to embark on a crusade to save people's lives and risk my own. I'm sorry, but that wasn't going to happen.
    After finishing with my nosiness, I shut my window and decided to go downstairs and apologise to Clare. I went into the back bedroom and took a peep outside into the main road before going down, and I suddenly heard a knock coming from above me. I remained standing, my breath was held and then I heard a couple of other knocks.
    I went over to the stepladders that were still down and led to the attic, and was too scared to look up in case it was one of them. I decided to man-up and climb the ladders slowly.
    Once I got to the top, I realised that the attic was empty and released a relieved sigh. I then looked up at the attic window and released a scream of fright and nearly fell down the hatch.
    A young, blonde-haired girl glared at me, with her big, blue saucer-like eyes. I immediately thought it was a zombie.
    How the fuck did it get on the roof? I
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