Free Zombies: The Black Rock by Simon Smith-Wilson Page B

leading into the cave slammed shut, cutting off communication
with the doctor.
    ***
    Martin
walked along the perimeter of the fence with Helen. The groans of the
walking dead filled the air, as decaying corpses clawed at the chain
linked fence. The crowd of zombies completely surrounded the base.
The zombie crowd was about five walkers deep. Lifeless eyes watched
the two soldiers walking by.
    ‘ They
monsters like the look of you, Helen,’ laughed Martin.
    ‘ That
isn’t funny, Martin.’
    ‘ I
guess someone has to like the look of you,’ he laughed even
louder.
    And
that was when it happened.
    The
groaning stopped.
    Martin
and Helen came to a standstill.
    The
entire zombie horde had stopped their relentless moaning. They were
stood like stone statues.
    It
was eerie.
    ‘ What’s
happening?’ asked Helen.
    Martin
felt something hollow pull down on the pit of his stomach. All eyes
were on him.
    ***
    ‘ Commander
Val, you have got to see this,’ said a young man with a crew
cut. He was stood at a computer console towards the back of the
command room. Commander Val and Doctor Fills moved away from the
glass window that overlooked the black rock.
    ‘ What
is it?’ asked Commander Val.
    Sirens
began to blare around the base, as red warning lights swirled upon
the walls. Commander Val leaned over the shoulder of the young
soldier and looked at the external feed of the CCTV cameras. He could
hardly believe what he was seeing. The zombie horde outside the base
was on the move. They were marching in formation towards the main
entrance. It was like watching a horrific parade. Rows upon rows of
zombies marched in step with one another. Soldiers behind the chain
linked fences opened fire with assault rifles, but it did nothing to
slow down the horde. Upon reaching the fence, the front row of
zombies turned and hoisted the next row up.
    ‘ Did
you see that?’ asked Doctor Fills.
    Commander
Van said nothing. He was too shocked.
    Soldiers
took aim on the zombies coming over the ten-foot gate, but it was no
good. The zombies were organised, they were fast and they were
effective. And now they had gained accesses into the base. Glass
exploded into the interior of the command room. Val and Fills spun
around towards the reinforced glass window. It had been destroyed.
Several people in the room had been impaled by the glass. Stood in
the window was something not of this world. It was big. It oozed a
liquid that dripped from its black skin. It was like an angel of
death. It looked like a black shadow of pain and agony. A strange
clicking sound vibrated from its throat. Four long arms opened up,
spreading six foot across. Razor sharp claws shone like blades from a
samurai movie. A terrifying smile split the creature’s mouth,
revealing teeth that should have belonged to a great white shark.
    ***
    The
sound of the motorbikes powerful engine echoed across the open
landscape. The sun was starting to set on the horizon, casting the
world in a strange purple glow. Bishop kicked down the stand and
swung his leg off the bike. Beth was tucked into the backpack on his
back. The young zombie girl had half her skull exposed, the rest of
her face flapped in the wind. Beth had lost her arms and legs in the
battle of Green Hills. Bishop scratched at his exposed cheek bone. It
was weird because the injury didn’t hurt, but it felt like it
itched pretty damn bad. A bullet to the face could do that to you.
Python stumbled off his bike and gave out an annoyed tut. The rotund
bearded zombie was still getting used to the makeshift wooden leg
that Bishop had made him. Python had lost his right leg from the knee
down. A bunch of fucking humans had tried to kill him, but he had
managed to escape. He thought he was going to die until Bishop and
Beth turned up, feeding him fresh meat to stop the madness setting
in.
    ‘ She
isn’t far away,’ said Bishop, sniffing the air.
    He
had been following Natasha since Green Hills.
    He
was following his