Free Dying Days 5 by Armand Rosamilia Page A

zombie, who saw Lincoln and ducked as he fired.
    He couldn't get close enough to the ring leaders, standing off to the side and enjoying the ambush from a distance.
    Lincoln knew all was lost. He turned to get onto his motorcycle and ride away but he'd taken too many steps away from his ride and there were six zombies blocking his path.
    Another member of his group fell next to him and he watched two more former allies now rising from the dead nearby.
    Lincoln shot twice before his weapon was out of ammo. He used the gun to bludgeon the nearest walking corpse but he didn't think he'd get far without a real weapon. His machete was strapped to his bike.
    "Where are you going? Come to us. We want to play," one of the zombies was taunting. Lincoln didn't know if he was addressing him or someone else and he didn't care. He decided if he died on this spot he'd take one of the smart zombies to Hell with him.
    Lincoln turned and barreled through three zombies before the mass of them was too much. He scanned the crowd for any survivors but saw no one. The shooting had stopped. He knew they didn't have many bullets between all of them anyway, but his heart sunk because he knew he was alone.
    But he had a mission and he would see it through if it killed him.
    Lincoln put his shoulder down and ran as fast as he could forward, aiming for the group of zombies watching and making comments.
    He knocked down two of the mindless zombies in his path but as he tried to run forward his foot caught on one on the ground and he pitched forward, falling in the dirt.
    Lincoln pulled himself up. He was only a few feet from the taunting zombies but it may as well have been a mile.
    A zombie sank rotting teeth into Lincoln's ankle. He tried to kick it away but it was no use.
    Another zombie fell on top of Lincoln and bit his exposed forearm.
    Lincoln locked eyes on the zombies smiling and watching him and pushed away at the zombie that was biting him, managing to break free.
    “You can’t win in this world,” Lincoln said.
    “I beg to differ.” The other zombies laughed at the joke.
    This close to one, Lincoln could see they could pass for another living being except they seemed a bit off. It was the eyes, tinged bright red and seeming to look right through you. It was unnerving, but Lincoln knew he had to destroy as many of them as he could before he died.
    “If you kill all the humans, what will you have to hunt?’ Lincoln asked, trying to buy some time as he took another labored step closer, the pain in his ankle and forearm already starting to drive him mad.
    “Who cares?” the zombie said. “This is just fun for us. You don’t get it and you’ll never get it. You know why? Because you’re not going to get the gift we’ve received. You’re not going to stand with us in a few months and hunt like we do. You’re not going to become part of our clique.”
    “We don’t need someone like you,” one of the other zombies said.
    The original one he’d been talking to nodded. “And I’m going to make sure you don’t rise from your grave. When you die today, on this shitty stretch of highway, no one will mourn your passing. No one will remember your name. And already no one cares.”
    Lincoln was only a few feet away and put his shoulder down slightly, ready to use the last bit of strength he had to charge, when he saw the zombie pull a Glock 22 from behind his back.
    “That’s… not fair,” Lincoln said. God, wasn’t it bad enough they were getting smarter? That they didn’t tire or need food or water? They had no conscience? Now they were going to shoot us, too?
    “Life isn’t fair, buddy. Hell, un-life like we have sometimes isn’t fair, and that’s the real bitch.” The zombie aimed and shot Lincoln in the face.
     
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