Free Tiredness Kills - A Zombie Tale by Unknown

“ Iz dis one of your stupid jokes?”

 
    “No, no Attila” said Jon
reaching for his phone. “Look, here's a photo of one of them!”
    Attila looked at the phone
for several minutes completely devoid of emotion.   Then he suddenly stood up, tall and strong,
and spoke the words they did not expect to hear from him, “I ' ave been waiting for dis day to ' appen for da ' longest time.
Come!”

 
    Completely stunned at his
cool, calm acceptance of the situation, they followed him to a large heavily-
locked metal cupboard on the other side of the room. They waited while he
unlocked the two heavy bolts that adorned the door, then positively gasped as
he pulled it open to reveal an arsenal of weaponry perfectly designed for such
an occasion.

 
    Heavy metal objects with both
blunt and sharp edges had been skilfully shaped and attached to long sticks.
Spray bottles of many types of chemicals had been collected and stored with
obvious care. A rack of viscous looking knives stood sinisterly on a shelf.

 
      “Take your pick!” Attila instructed
menacingly.

 
    Jordan immediately grabbed a
'body bend' chest expander from the back of the cupboard.

 
    “Not zat !”
he barked, “I work out wid zat !”
He glared at Jordan, “And vot have you got on your
face?”

 
    Kelly butted in “He doesn't
want to bite any of us if he becomes a zombie!” she offered matter- of - factly .

 
    “You Eenglish are very veird . Now come on move it!”

 
    The newly- formed army of
seven grabbed whatever they could carry from the cupboard of death and edged out
of the room. They hadn't travelled far down the corridor when they heard
banging coming from the lift that was not far away. Charlie, determined to alter
Kelly's perception of her, decided to be helpful and check it out.   Being sensible, she looked through the glass
panel in the lift door.

 
      Upon seeing the large cage filled with
cardboard inside- together with the unmistakable orange hi-vis coat of the
outside grounds cleaner- she announced “ Aaah , it's
only Clive!”

 
    Before any of the others
could stop her, she pressed the 'door open' button on the side plate of the
lift entrance, which still worked although the lifts wouldn't move with such
little power.
    “NOOOOO!” was the combined
response from the others, but it was too late. An obviously ravenous Clive was
on the poor girl in seconds, slobbering over her cheeks and gnawing at her
neck.

 
    “ It's okay” said Sian “He normally does th ....!”

 
    “Not quite like that,
he don't!” said one of the others.

 
      Charlie had managed to pull away, but within
seconds her eyes began to take on an odd appearance.
      Not relishing the task of killing former
colleagues especially- a pretty one that he'd just rescued, Josh leapt towards
the office door that was mere inches away and punched in the code to unlock it.
Reading his mind, Jordan ran at the unfortunate couple, knocking them headlong
into the large office and slamming the door shut.

 
    Through the glass in the
door, Sian witnessed her best mate struggling to get from under the bright
orange coat of the monster and saw for herself the horrific changes that were
taking place in the poor girl's face and movements. Through eyes bleary with
tears and mascara, she also noticed the frantic movements of a man banging on
the window of one of the smaller management offices that were situated within
the large room.

 
      “It's Niall!” she informed the others. “He's
shouting for our help!”

 
    “Ha, he's obviously been
watching his precious security cameras all day again, spying on us and then
being too scared to leave his office!” laughed Josh, as all six remaining
employees waved back at the terrified man, mouthing the words 'Good luck,
Niall' and 'Bye, mate'.

 
    “Surely we can't just leave
him?” the distraught girl implored, still weeping for her friend.

 
    “Would he help anyone of us?
…really?”