Free Last Stand on Zombie Island by Christopher L. Eger Page B

that it was not time for school to be out.
    One of the children turned and ran right at her drive-through window. He was a young boy about twelve with a backpack as big as he was. The boy’s face was red from exertion and his long hair and side swept bangs were wet with sweat.
    “Help me, let me in, please!” he yelled, sweaty palms flat on the drive through window.
    She shook her head and tried to explain that she simply could not.
    He pounded on the window and looked frantic.
    “Get away from the window or I’m gonna call the cops. You can’t be here. This isn’t funny,” she called out over the intercom, losing her patience.
    The boy shook his head and pounded again on the window, his sweaty palms making little wet smudges where they had made contact with the plate glass.
    “Please!” he yelled drawing out the end of the word, his voice almost a squeal.
    She pressed the duress alarm button under the counter to summon the police to her location within three minutes. Mackenzie did not think that the Justin Bieber gang was robbing her but she knew she did not want to get involved in whatever was going on. The police could sort it out.
    “You don’t understand…they are coming for me. They are right behind me,” he continued, dancing around under the drive through canopy waving his arms.
    The boy turned and looked over his shoulder with his mouth open. He looked back at her horrified but could not make a sound.
    Mackenzie saw three boys explode around the side of the bushes, one tripping over the bush but the other two running right for the sweaty boy. The sweaty boy shrugged off his heavy backpack and threw it at the pair of kids trying to tackle him, knocking them away. This enabled him to take off running again. He made it to the other side of the bank, opposite of Mackenzie where the other teller, absent today, worked an identical drive through window. He pounded again on the glass across from her and implored her to help him.
    He kept this up for a good thirty seconds before the three kids who were chasing him found the other side of the bank and he started kicking and pushing them off, running again. The fact that he was slightly larger and looked to be a year or two older made just enough of a difference to be able to slip away from the trio again.
    “You kids need to cut this out, the police are coming!” Mackenzie called over the external intercoms, hoping it would end this childhood fight and scare the kids away.
    She did not have any kids and was not going to put up with these brats. Finally having enough of it, she pulled open the side door of the bank branch. “Get out of here right now!” she screamed out at the four kids.
    The sweaty kid made a beeline for her and ran as hard as he could directly for her and the open door. Before she could close it, he bounded inside and pushed her away, slammed the door closed behind him. Within a second, the sound of the three kids chasing him pounding on the other side of the steel door and scratching at it with their bare fingernails was almost deafening inside the small bank branch.
    “Get the hell out of here. You cannot be here. This area is off limits to everyone but bank personnel,” she said to the intruder.
    His chest heaved and he fought to catch his breath, collapsing down the inside of the door onto the tile below as he shook his head.
    While he did so, she grabbed her keychain and found her small leather-wrapped can of pepper spray hanging from the ring. She pointed it in his general direction while trying to figure out how to use it.
    “Look, kid, get out of here or I’m going to use this on you. The police are already on their way. You are in big trouble.”
    “Lady,” he heaved, “everyone is in big trouble today.”
    Mackenzie sat with her pint-sized intruder for thirty minutes before the three kids outside stopped banging the door. The police response time had come and gone almost a half hour previously with no blue lights or sirens