by Kent Reaper
Left for dead and back by (some) popular demand, the rounds in Kenneth's revolver are terribly empty as he puts the muzzle to his head. He stares at the zombies coming straight for him on the roof as the helicopter carrying the man who crippled him sails off into the horizon. This is it. Not an easy death by suicide but one borne of suffering as the zombies are about to rip his guts out. But Kenneth isn't one to give up on killing himself so easily. He rolls himself over the edge, expecting his brains to turn into a Jackson Pollock painting on the concrete parking lot down below. But as he lands with a bounce, he's saved by a suicide net fixed on the second floor… and given a new lease of life.
He's on a mission to find Jenny, the one and only person who's cared about him throughout the medical school that he dropped out of. And when he encounters a ragtag bunch of survivors, each complete with their own pasts and grudges, can he unite them towards the common goal of survival?
Faced with betrayal, hopelessness, helplessness, complications, violence, blood and gore, Kenneth must fight the best he can with what limited means he has. For the sake of Jenny, for the sake of himself, he must fight and survive in this undead world, even if there is no escape.
Excerpt:
"Mwarrrgh!!!"
Kenneth didn't have time to marvel at dumb luck. He turned round to see three zombies stumbling out from the elevator.
Fuck. In his elation he had forgotten to watch the elevator arrive and now he was almost caught off-guard.
The nearest zombie pounced. Kenneth raised his stick, impaling it through its brains.
One down, two to g-
The second zombie was all over Kenneth, pushing his wheelchair down as he fell over.
"Fuck, get away from me you… you undead bastard!" Kenneth yelled, locked in a life or undeath struggle. The zombie was strong, way stronger than Kenneth had ever expected. And for an undead nurse as petite as it was, it sure put in a ravenous effort for Kenneth's flesh.
Kenneth looked to the side, watching the last zombie lumbering towards them. There was no doubt in his mind that if the last zombie fell upon him, it would be all over.
"Motherfucker!" Kenneth swore out of desperation. His loaded revolver slipped out of his coat pocket and laid on his stomach. It was so near, yet so far. If Kenneth loosened his grip holding off the hungry undead nurse on top of him to reach for his revolver, he was sure it would spell certain death. Kenneth was fast, but he wasn't sure, after watching how quickly she had pounced on him, that he could be faster than her snapping jaws.
Crucial seconds ticked by as Kenneth's heart thumped in sync with the last zombie's ominous footsteps. He was a tall, black man dressed in tattered grey overalls that were now stained with blood and dragging a mop behind him. His steps were slow, but sent Kenneth's blood pressure rocketing up a few notches with each impending step.
The zombie on top of Kenneth struggled and hissed at him. Thrice it snapped its teeth at Kenneth's neck. Kenneth had enough trouble already fending her off as he was, he definitely didn't need this self-imposed doomsday device lumbering towards him.
Fuck my life. Kenneth thought as his last bit of adrenaline and its accompanying strength began to abandon him. Just as he was about to find Jenny again, this just had to happen.
"Sorry Jenny." Kenneth mouthed quietly as the approaching zombie towered above him. He figured he could use the nurse on top of him as a zombie shield of sorts against the attacks of the janitor zombie, but for how long?
Suddenly, the sound of severing flesh penetrated the zombie nurse as he came face to face with the tip of a shiny, steel blade. His eyes widened as he looked on in surprise.
...what?
About Kent Reaper:
Kent Reaper loves thrillers, horror and above all, good stories. When he's not putting characters through more trials and tribulations for your entertainment, he's going to college, producing music and always on the lookout for his next inspiration!
Kent can be reached at [email protected]
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https://twitter.com/kentreaper
Thanks to tobkatrina for the cover image.
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