Free Running with the Horde by Joseph K. Richard Page B

certainly at play here as well with the unnecessary beating and cutting.
                  The old guy never had a chance before the zombies were on him. His single piercing scream was brief as he was lost to me in the darkness.

Chapter 14
    “On the Hunt”
                  The smell of burnt rubber and the screeching echo of the Pontiac’s oversized rear tires gave the night a taste of my boiling rage as I took the corner of 63 rd at breakneck speed. I was going to get these fuckers and put them down if it was the last thing I did.
                  I sped over University Avenue navigating obstacles like it was my job. I raced miraculously through the curves of Moore Like Drive past the high school in one piece and made a fast stop on Medtronic Drive.
                  I killed the engine and listened hard to the night.
                  First there was only silence but then the quiet revving of a large engine somewhere across the lake by the big Catholic school on top of the hill. That neighborhood was the one wealthy area in the middle-class town that was Friendly. I was pretty sure they were up there squatting in one of those giant houses.
                  My car rumbled like a big dog on a leash as I made my way slowly up to the Rose Hill neighborhood. It was a gated community and I planned on walking in. In part to make a stealthy approach but mostly because I didn’t want to lose my car.
                  I really loved that son of a bitch.
                  I drove around the streets near Rose Hill until I found a house about a mile away that suited my purposes. The garage door was open and it was empty and dark, I drove right in, grabbed my bat and got out.
                  The garage was connected to a ‘60s era rambler and the interior door was ajar. I passed through a small breezeway and entered the kitchen. There was a zombie standing in the corner facing the wall. It didn’t even turn to face me before I bashed its skull in with a furious swing.
                  I was too pissed off to feel bad about it. I cleared the rest of the house in just under five angry minutes finding nothing but the bloated body of the family dog chained up in the basement.
                  I admit that made me feel bad in spite of my mood.
                  Rummaging through the kitchen drawers and finally through the dead man’s pockets, I located a set of keys and wasted precious minutes finding the match for the front door until at last a key slipped into the deadbolt and I could lock it. The back door was locked as well but the same key worked.
                  I wanted my car in a secure spot I could get back to in a hurry and not worry about zombies getting me while I was winded. I was pretty sure they couldn’t use door knobs but I wasn’t positive.
                  With the house secure I went back to the car and pulled the garage door shut and pushed the manual latch into place. I made sure my pistol was loaded and the spare clip in my back pack. Brenda’s big revolver I would stash somewhere inside Rose Hill in case I needed a fall back weapon on the run. The shotgun I would carry along with all the ammo I could hold. I went back through the house and exited the front door locking it behind me.
                  Jogging quickly down the long driveway, I made it to the street where I nearly shit myself to find I wasn’t alone.
                  There were zombies on the street and in the yards just standing there. I had run right by a small group of them. They were just standing there, squarely between me and the securely locked door, staring at me with their terrifying rotting faces and bodies. I had nowhere to go, I was screwed.

Chapter 15
    “No Longer on the Hunt”
                  My anger was gone, replaced by sweet icy terror with a