Free The Regulators - 02 by Michael Clary Page A

clenched and released only to clench again in frustration.
    I brought the bar stool leg down on top of her head in a
muffled crunch.
    After making sure the disgusting corpse wasn’t getting up, I
knocked on the door.
    There was no answer.
    I knocked on the door once again.
    “If you are alive in there, you better let me know!” I
yelled. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m coming in swinging if you don’t
answer.”
    “I’m alive,” she said from behind the door.
    She sounded like she might be sort of sexy.
    I opened the door and pushed the corpse out of the way. Luck
wasn’t on my side, she was just sort of average looking.
    “ At a time like that,
you were concerned about her looks ?”
    So?
    “ What about her well
being ?”
    I saved her didn’t I?
    “ I guess you did .”
    Whatever. You’re judgmental. It’s not like I looked at her
and left her ass there. I even offered her my hand and helped her to her feet.
    Together, we walked back into the waiting room. Jason took
one look at his Mom and ran into her arms. I let them have their moment as I
gathered up the second bar stool leg that Jason had just dropped.
    I told Jason’s Mother, her name was Katie, to pick up the
trash bags and I led the way to the elevators. It was a struggle for her to
carry the weight, but Jason helped her and I needed to have my hands on my
makeshift weapons in case we met any other hostiles.
    We were near the elevators when the glass finally shattered
from the continued onslaught. I heard the sound very clearly. I fought off the
temptation to run away in a blind panic. I couldn’t leave behind Katie and
Jason. I needed them to carry the food so we wouldn’t starve once we reached
the safety of my room.
    I can’t tell you how freaked out I was when we reached the
elevator and the doors did not immediately open after I pushed the button.
There must have still been more people in the hotel and one of those dumbasses
had used my elevator.
    I could now hear the sounds of running feet combined with
growls and snarls. We were going to have company very soon and it sounded like
there were a bunch of them.
    Just a slight moment later, I heard that stupid scream they
make. I roughly shoved Jason and Katie behind me and prepared to fight the two
zombies that just rounded the corner of the elevators hallway.
    Then, two became ten and ten became thirty.
    I lost count after that because none of them stood still.
They just saw us and charged. I knew I was going to die; I just wished I could
smack the mother fucker that stole my elevator in the head before I went down.
    I wasn’t going to go without a fight, however, the hell with
that. I was preparing to charge them right back when the doors suddenly opened
behind me. I felt Katie’s hand on the collar of my shirt. She was pulling me
backwards into the elevator when the first two zombies reached the door.
    I started swinging like a madman. I was screaming as loud as
they were. In no time at all, the rest of the large group had joined them. I
was swinging and swinging in an effort to keep them out of the elevator, but it
wasn’t easy. My arms were rapidly getting tired, and I was only slowing them
down.
    “Close the fucking doors!” I screamed. “Close the fucking
doors!”
    I was pounding away when Jason hit the button and the doors
began to close. I was still pounding when the doors came to a sudden stop on
one head and a bunch of reaching arms. I battered at them as well. I battered
and pounded until the head and arms were battered away and my blows began to
fall upon only the metal doors of the elevator.
    I had cleared the way. I had survived. I crumpled to the
floor. I couldn’t get my breathing under control. I began to scream. That’s all
I really remember, just laying there on the floor of the elevator and screaming
my head off.
    I came back to myself hours later in the bed of my hotel
room. I didn’t remember telling them what floor and what room, but I was
finally safe