Zombified (Episode 1): Wooneyville (11 page)
He had the sense of mind to save one last bullet.
APPENDIX C
The Supermarket Aftermath
Jean heard Joey's pick-up roar out of the loading dock. He watched it mow down a clump of zombies.
From down the hatch, Jean heard Gino and Todd hollering for help.
"I'm on the way!" Jean jumped down the hatch, sprinted down the wallway, and came out on the catwalk with his rifle ready.
Gino and Todd had managed to close the bay door, but there were six or seven zombies in the stockroom. Todd was down with bloody foam spilling out of his mouth. Gino was beating off a zombie with a tire iron.
Other survivors came into the stockroom with hand weapons.
Jean couldn't get a clean shot.
He picked off one that was hunched over Todd, eating his thigh. Jean figured that Todd was done for, so it didn't much matter.
It didn't look too good. Gino was bitten on the forearm as he struggled to get away from two of zombies. Someone from the front came in to help, but he walked right into one of them and got his nose torn off.
A lady swinging a golf club did some damage, beating the tar out of a zombie near the milk deliveries.
As she raised the club for a sixth blow, a zombie chomped down her breast and ripped off the nipple--or close to it. She looked down at the squirting hole in horror; her mouth hung open but was not making a sound.
Jean took down another as it went after the wounded Gino.
Two of them went into the main store area. There were still two of them tangling with four people in the stockroom.
Gino grappled with a zombie, trying to keep its teeth away from his face. They twirled around the stockroom, knocking over stacks of canned food and jugs of orange juice.
They fell together, crashing over a bin of flour, and Gino's tire iron hit the door release for the loading dock.
Zombies climbed inside the stockroom before the door was halfway up. Jean watched in horror as Gino was eaten alive and a dozen zombies overwhelmed the people below.
Jean fired four times, killing four zombies, and then lowered his weapon.
One of the zombies spotted him and howled. It loped up the stairs, one arm hanging lower than the other did.
Jean scurried away, down the hall, and back up. He shut and locked the hatch.
The parking lot filled with zombies. Whether attracted by the calls of other undead, the gunshots, or Joey's truck, there were hundreds surrounding the building.
Jean sat down in his white lawn chair. A stack of .30-06 ammo boxes was piled nearby. A flashlight, pair of binoculars, and a cooler full of soft drinks were scattered about the chair.
All around him, the night was full of moaning and shuffling.
Jean sat there for a long time, staring up at the stars and facing his loneliness.
Eventually he took his rifle, loaded it up to capacity, and chambered a round. He took aim and fired, blasting a zombie's skull apart.
Jean took his time reloading, singing to himself a song of better times.
At the right pace, he had enough bullets to last a week.
APPENDIX D
Hank at the cabin
"That's not looking so good, Marco." Hank pointed at the bit mark on Marco's hand. "I told ya not to try getting to the dock."
"All right, Hank." Marco scowled. "Don't rub it in."
"Well, the generator's almost empty so I'll start on the fire." Hank got up and moved to the fireplace, grabbing an armful of logs from the stack on the mantel.
"Hank, I'm going to the shed to gas up the generator."
Hank dropped the wood and pointed a finger at Marco.
"If you think I'm letting you go out there and get your arm ripped off, you're out of your mind!"
"Hank, I can't stay in here." Marco looked at the windows. "I can hear them outside and it's driving me crazy."
"Marco--"
Marco interrupted him with a wave of the hand. "I'll take my rifle. Don't fret, Hank. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Hank watched his old friend saunter to the front door and slip outside, his hunting rifle cradled in one arm.
"I have to get these windows boarded up," Hank said. He got a fire going and started gathering up boards and nails.
Twenty minutes later--when Marco still hadn't come back--Hank climbed to the attic. He pushed open the window and clambered onto the roof. It was nearly pitch black outside. The full moon cast eerie shadows over the woodland.
"Marco!" Hank called out, picking his way to the rear side of the cabin. The tool shed stood ten yards back. The shed door was shut, and Marco was nowhere to be seen.
Below him, in the rear bedroom, Hank heard the radio squawk. He couldn't make out the voices.
He called to Marco again--no reply.
The shed door swung open. Marco lumbered out. He didn't have the rifle with him and he didn't look well.
Zombies picked up on Hank's yelling and started gathering at the edge of the cabin, reaching up for the roof.
Marco joined them, groaning and spitting teeth.
"Marco, you dumb coot." Hank turned and carefully found his back to the attic.
He boarded up the rest of the cabin and walked to the back room. He plopped down on the bench and fired up the radio.
"Joe? It's Hank at the cabin--over."
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Table of Contents
Appendix A: Dana at the Medical Center
Appendix B: Bullseye Survivors
Appendix C: The Supermarket Aftermath
Table of Contents
Appendix A: Dana at the Medical Center
Appendix B: Bullseye Survivors