Free El Paso Under Attack - 01 by Michael Clary Page B

secured to his back. Halfway across, a zombie scream broke the silence of the neighborhood into a thousand pieces. In less than five minutes about two hundred zombies were reaching up for him. He was about five feet over their heads. Safe, but it probably scared the hell out of him when they started jumping up in an effort to grab him.
    They approached the next house with our improvised bridge in the same way and the zombies followed. I watched nervously as they went across the shaky ladder and to the next roof. I couldn’t believe it was really working.
    I waited until they started on the fifth house before I made my move.
    I ripped the boards we used to secure the front door off and after loading up my arms with gear and food I went outside.
    It wasn’t as clear as I was hoping. There were still some loitering zombies and a couple of them noticed me and started running my way. I threw the gear and food into the back of the Jeep with the rest of the supplies Dudley didn’t grab when he ran for the house. My hands found my tomahawk and knife as if they had a mind of their own.

    The first one was easy enough to take out. It ran straight for me, so I swung and cleaved the top of its head off. The second zombie, who was right behind the first ducked under my second swing and tackled me to the ground. I improvised with a backwards somersault, ending up on top and stabbing my knife through its ear and into its brain. I was back on my feet in less than a second and that was a good thing.
    More were coming.
    Damn.
    Shit.
    I quickly ran back in the house and grabbed the rest of the food and gear. On my way back out, the first of the zombies had reached the front door.
    I ran straight at her. It must have surprised her, because she came to a sudden stop. She was just beginning the first obscene notes of that famous zombie scream when I kicked her as hard as I could under the chin.
    She went flying.
    I kept running. Straight to the Jeep where I threw in the last of the food and gear.
    As soon as I did this, I once again reached for the tomahawk and knife. About ten zombies were coming for me.
    I think I actually smiled as I ran forward to meet them.
    We collided in a beautiful cacophony of breaking bones. I was hacking and stabbing and kicking and slicing. It was over quickly. When I reached the very last of them, I took out his knee with the axe and pushed my blade into the top of his head as he fell.
    I was amazed. I had just taken out ten zombies (yes I counted) in just a few seconds. I turned around and around looking for more. I was beginning to enjoy this, but unfortunately, the rest of the zombies were in hot pursuit of my buddies.
    I ran back to the Jeep, started her up and began chasing after Dudley, Kingsley and Tamra.

    It didn’t take long to find them. They hadn’t gotten very far. They were stuck at the seventh house they had reached. The ladder had broken and fallen to the ground. Kingsley was on the edge of the roof trying to climb up with Dudley’s help. A couple hundred zombies were crowded below him, reaching up hungrily for his dangling legs.
    No big deal.
    I pulled up as close as I could and began to scream for all I was worth. A couple hundred zombies turned and looked at me. I was now honking the horn and flipping them off.
    For a second, I’m actually wondering if he’s joking around. He’s not .
    Well, I doubt it was my middle finger that got their attention, but whatever it was…they came a running!
    I hit the gas and tore off down the street with just about all of them running after me. I quickly slowed my pace and let them gain some ground on the Jeep. I had to keep them interested after all, so I waited for them to get about ten feet behind me and then I kept the Jeep at that pace for the next five blocks.
    When I felt that I’d gone far enough with my new friends, I really hit the gas. I left them behind, very far behind and a few blocks after that, I simply hit a few streets that pointed in the