The Daily Prompt is Obvious
“We are so screwed,” he said under his breath.
“Thank you Captain Obvious,” she whispered back.
“Do you think they saw us?”
“Are my brains being eaten right now?” She arched a brow at him.
“Yeah, yeah.” He curled his lip in a sneer and she poked her tongue out at him.
Her eyes went wide , horror registered on her face, her hand grabbed for his as he lurched away from the wall he’d been leaning against. They watched as a hand pushed through a small hole, grunts sounding as flesh was flayed from the fingers then the hand groped around, patting the area he’d been standing against a moment ago.
A loud groan rang out and the hand went still. A series of grunts and the hand retracted, the sound of shambling footsteps fading.
“What the hell was that?” Her voice was tense as together they moved towards the door, listening for a minute before cracking it open.
“Did they just communicate?” He looked at her in utter shock. It wasn’t possible, they were zombies, brain dead. Right?
“What do you want to do?”
He looked out the tiny gap in the door and the room beyond was empty. They could bunker down where they were for a bit longer, the window was boarded up, the door was solid, the walls mostly intact so it would take a huge horde to break through.
“I want to go,” he said tensely. The room was starting to feel like a trap rather than a refuge, their hopes to make the house a secure bolt hole blown away by too many broken windows and not enough materials to secure them.
“Me too,” she whispered with a sharp nod. “I also want to know why it left.”
“Fuck I love you,” he growled, sliding his hand around her neck he hauled her close for a kiss. Who else would run towards the danger with him but this crazy woman?
“Ditto.” She grinned and patted his cheek when he let her go.
“Come on baby,” he invited, holding out his hand.
Fingers laced they crept through the house, moving ever closer to the grunts and groans. He held Big Bertha in his free hand, her muzzle pointed at the ceiling while she carried an Uzi they’d found in a gun collection. They came to what had been a child’s playroom, a toy box to one side, rocking horse, pile of blocks and a wall mounted whiteboard.
Standing around the room, all swaying a little were easily a dozen zombies, all staring at the whiteboard. On it seemed to be a map of the town, a couple of larger squares representing the school and shopping mall, one with a ‘P’ that would be the Police Station, and numerous small boxes marking the houses. Several houses had crosses through them and as they watched, one of the undead drew a wavering cross through another small box that would be the one they were standing in. Then with a few grunts it tapped the neighbouring boxes, made a few pointing gestures that got grunts in return and the horde started to move.
The one that seemed to be in charge dropped the marker it had been using and started its own shamble towards the doorway. It’s head lifted, the vacant eyes … were not so vacant.
“Oh shit,” she breathed as it paused in its advance. Her hand tightened on his as they both took a slow step backwards.
Not-so-braindead lifted its head a bit more, its maw opened and it groaned long and loud. The others in the room stopped, then like a scene from ‘Thriller’ they all looked at the doorway at the same time, and grunts and gurgles filled the air.
“What do we do now?” She whispered as they froze in place. Experience had shown them that movement attracted attention faster than anything else.
“Deep breath baby,” he whispered back as he squeezed her hand tightly. “We’re going out the way we came in. Ready?”
“Fuck no,” she breathed but she was ready to follow where ever he led. Eyes on the lead zombie, the one that seemed to have the plan, she saw it’s mouth start to open and knew it was time. “Ready?” She whispered.
He didn’t need a second invitation. “Run!”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Down the passage, turn right! A grunt and a thump as the undead fought their way down the narrow passage way. Through the den, shit that was a big television, kitchen with the double ovens. The grunts were louder, some had pushed through and made good time through the open space. Out through the mudroom, no time to check if there were any outside and … oh fuck! It was like the Zombie Family reunion out there.
Big Bertha opened a path and they made a run for it, then the Uzi purred and the path got a bit wider. He looked over at her, her teeth were bared in a feral grin, the weapon held up by her face as her eyes scanned. Then her arm dropped and he looked forward in time to see a head explode.
“Got him,” she panted as they kept running.
Was it any wonder he was crazy about her?
This is my second zombie episode!
First zombie instalment here