by Rosaria, A.
DEAD END
ZOMBIECLYPSE BOOK THREE
A.ROSARIA
Copyright © 2015 by Alex Rosaria
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CHAPTER ONE
Lauryn stopped a second to catch her breath, a very short second. What she saw horrified her. Ralph lay facedown in the mud with the dead closing in on him. Her hands closed tighter around the handle of her axe, the same axe that saved her life not so long ago. She felt fear stiffen her muscles. That second was all it took. If she were alone, she would run, hide, and survive another day, but she was not alone. Ralph touched the side of his head and grunted in pain.
“Ralph?”
All color drained from his blood-streaked face, and his eyes rolled back.
“Ralph!”
No, this was not happening. Not now. Not when she finally found him. She launched herself forward, screaming, drawing the dead to her and away from him. The zombies turned to her faster than she was used to, and they caught her by surprise. Her swing hit the zombie charging her. The handle struck its head, downing it. The others closed in on her, while another stayed at Ralph’s feet. Lauryn ducked under clawing hands, rolled away, sprang up, and swung her axe, slicing the zombie going for Ralph just below the neck. Its head plopped on the ground at her feet, and the body fell on Ralph.
Lauryn cursed as she kicked the head away. There were three zombies left to deal with, and many more in the area. She heard their moans and the screams of the survivors who were still fighting and dying. Gunshots. Thank God for that, or else the whole horde would be on her by now.
Lauryn swung her axe again in time with the zombie’s movement, and cleaved its head. The zombie crumbled to its knees. With her feet on its shoulders, she freed the axe in time to sever the head of another zombie. The last zombie stood just out of reach, circling her. Lauryn kept pace with it. Congealed blood slid over the axe’s handle, making her grip slippery. She had no choice. The thing wasn’t coming closer. She had to attack. Lauryn closed the distance. It jumped. Lauryn staggered back, swinging the axe up. The axe severed the zombie’s jaw. The zombie fell on her, knocking her to the ground. Its teeth scraped over her neck, but without a jaw, it couldn’t bite through her skin. Lauryn pushed the zombie off and sat on its chest. With one hand, she pushed its head down. The other went high with the axe, and she swung down and split its head in two. Brain matter oozed out. A musky, sweet smell reached her nose. She rolled off the zombie, gagging as she crawled toward Ralph.
Ralph lay on his back. His legs were spread, arms at his sides with his palms facing up. His pale skin contrasted with the dark mud. Lauryn dreamed of meeting him again, and now here he was. She never would have believed it if someone told her she would fall in love so quickly. The first time she laid eyes on him, she felt attracted, but when they finally met, standing in the line to see the school’s nurse, it solidified that feeling. The ride on the bus, as dreamlike as it might have been, made her love true.
Lauryn touched his lips. The same lips she had kissed that day. Her first real kiss. Yes, she loved him. If only she had not foolishly walked away from the spot he left her when he went looking for help; they would have never gotten separated. At that time, Lauryn had no idea that she would survive the flu. She had feared that she would turn on him.
Moans rose up around her, growing closer every second that passed. Lauryn snapped out of her thoughts and pushed off the zombie pinning Ralph down. She shook him, trying to wake him. Out cold, he didn’t even grunt. Lauryn lowered her ear to his nose, held her breath, and listened. She exhaled in relief when she felt his hot breath on her cheek.
The gunshots had died down, and far away, she heard the rotors of a helicopter. Soon, only growls and moans filled the night sky. Whatever survivors there were, they had gone into hiding or fled the scene. It was about time she left the infested forest and returned to her group. They would be able to help Ralph. However, before she could make her escape, shadows appeared between the trees.
Lauryn grabbed Ralph under his arms to drag him away from the walking dead creeping closer. She cursed at the scraping sound his body made as it slid over the mud and foliage. She managed to drag him less than a foot. The shadows crept closer.
Wide-eyed, she looked around. Fear clutched her, holding her tight, threatening to paralyze her. Lauryn swallowed and pulled harder at Ralph. She resisted the urge to throw her axe away. It was getting in her way, but she needed it. A zombie broke free from the others at a trot. Screaming, she dropped Ralph and met it with her axe, cleaving its temple. She yanked her axe free and returned to Ralph.
If only he would wake up. Her muscles burned, her hand tightened, and she had no idea how much longer she could keep this on. Lauryn counted more than ten shadows following her. She pressed on, not looking back. She dragged him thirty feet and bumped into something wet. Hands clawed her shoulders. She whirled around, got entangled in Ralph, and went down. The axe dropped from her hand. A female zombie stood over her, its shirt bloodied, its guts falling out. A fresh corpse. Her throat was bitten out, and the tendons keeping the jaw in place were cut, allowing the mouth to hang permanently open. It was slow. Lauryn crawled back up, pushed the zombie down, and with her heavy boot, stomped on its head until she heard its skull crack.
Two more zombies were closing in fast. Lauryn scooped her axe from the ground, and in one swift motion, she hit the closest zombie in the neck. The axe got stuck, and she went down with the zombie as it fell. They rolled into the mud. She pushed herself free, narrowly escaping its teeth, and wrenched the axe free. She cleaved its head with a quick blow. The other zombie fell on Ralph and bit his shoulder. Lauryn cried out and swung her axe wildly. She hit the zombie’s back. Once, twice, three times. She yanked the zombie off Ralph and threw it on its back. Standing over the zombie, she heaved her axe with all the strength left in her tiny body, and crashed the axe on its head, splitting the skull in two.
“Sarah?” a voice cracked behind her. Lauryn turned around. Ralph moved his head her way. Glad as she was, her eyes widened at the sight of ten more zombies breaking free from the shadows.
“Sarah?” Ralph said, dazed.
Whoever Sarah was, she didn’t care right now. Lauryn knelt at his side.
“Can you move?” Lauryn looked up. They were closer. She looked back into his confused but oh-so-alive eyes. “Can you stand?”
“Lauryn, is that you?”
Despite the dread that loomed over them, she smiled. At last, he remembered her. She nodded. “Can you move?”
“I don’t know. Am I dead?”
Lauryn didn’t answer. If they wasted any more time, they would be dead.
She set her axe down, grabbed him, and yanked him up. He wobbled on his feet. She grabbed her axe. He staggered. She steadied him. The zombies, seeing Ralph, went from a slow walk to a trot. She grabbed him and moved away from the incoming dead.
“Ralph, please, walk!”
He shuffled forward. It was something, but she still had to support him to prevent him from falling.
“Keep moving!”
Ralph shuffled another step, and another, each following step growing steadier.
Lauryn glanced over her shoulder. They were close, stretching their arms out for them. Ralph was too heavy for her to carry much longer. If things kept this w
ay, the zombies would catch them. No way could she fight this many, but she wouldn’t leave him behind.
Lauryn pressed on. Ralph’s walking became steadier, but he still needed her support, and he wasn’t fast enough. These zombies were just a little faster than he was. More shadows converged around them. They would soon be surrounded.
“Ralph, run.”
“I can’t.” Ralph caught a breath. “Just leave me. Sarah is gone. Save yourself.”
Whoever Sarah was was not a reason to give up. She wouldn’t accept that. “No. Not going to leave you. I… I… just run damn it.”
Ralph grunted, gritted his teeth, and tried to run, but he only managed a fast trot. Lauryn pulled him along a little faster. Their pace was now fast enough to keep those behind from gaining on them and those incoming from the sides from catching them, but there was no avoiding the ones ahead. Lucky for her, the zombies were dispersing. With some maneuvering, her axe, and a lot of luck, they might make it through.
“Let me go,” Ralph said. “I can walk on my own.”
She didn’t let go. She didn’t want to lose a second picking him up if he stumbled and fell. However, she didn’t have a choice, and she had to let him go. In front of her, a tall zombie, missing an arm and an eye bungling out its socket, beelined toward them.
Lauryn inhaled deeply, exhaled long, timed the moment, and pushed Ralph. “Run as fast as you can and don’t look back.”
Ralph staggered forward and didn’t fall, but he also didn’t run. The zombie was upon her. Lauryn swirled around it, slashing its leg with her axe, not hard enough to sever it, but enough to cut a tendon. The zombie fell on its knees. She didn’t bother finishing it; instead, she grabbed Ralph’s arm and pressed on.
There was a gap ahead, if they moved fast enough, they might make it through. The growling behind her was growing louder and more intense. Lauryn swallowed hard. Her hand trembled slightly. She was afraid. Afraid to fail. To be eaten. To turn into one of them. To lose him.
“Run!”
Ralph managed a fast trot. “My head,” he said, “is spinning.”
Bad, very bad. If he fainted, all was lost. Lauryn tried her best to pull him along faster, holding his hand tight. Two zombies walked in their path, cutting off their escape. Lauryn pulled Ralph with her, moved for the closest zombie, and swung her axe. She hit the eye, cracking the eye socket. The zombie went down, pulling her along, but the axe wedged free. They swerved away from the clawing hands of the other zombie and pressed through.
“I’m not feeling well,” Ralph said as he staggered forward, almost stopping.
Lauryn pulled him back to a run. He was leaning more and more on her. She gritted her teeth, unsure how long she would be able to keep supporting his weight. From Ralph’s side, a shadow rushed them. Cursing, she let go. Ralph fell. She raised her axe to cleave the zombie’s head.
“Watch out, missy. I’m alive,” a man said. The man grabbed Ralph and hoisted him up. “Don’t stand there gaping. Follow me!”
The man didn’t look back. He rushed forward, pulling, almost carrying Ralph along. He went fast. He was a middle-aged man with a receding hairline. Lauryn had no idea who he was, but he either was a good Samaritan or knew Ralph.
The growls behind her grew louder. The zombie she dropped crawled back up, and the other one nearby turned toward her. Lauryn backed away from them and ran after the man. They left the horde behind. The man kept silent, visually laboring to keep the breakneck pace. He stopped at a fallen three, set Ralph on it, and dropped next to Ralph, breathing heavily. Lauryn looked around for any zombies still following them. She didn’t see or hear any.
“Have you seen a young woman with him? A blonde?”
Lauryn shook her head. Maybe that was the Sarah Ralph could not shut up about. Lauryn started trembling. She dropped next to Ralph. “Oh God,” she gasped. “We made it.”
“Not yet. We first need to get somewhere safe.”
The man was right, but the fear Lauryn held back paralyzed her for the moment. The things she had to do to survive weighed on her. The zombies she ended were once human. Who knew, with a cure, maybe they could have turned back into humans. Lauryn shook her head.
“Miss, are you all right?”
No, she wasn’t. This world had turned into a nightmare. No cure would save the ones she had to put down; they were gone already, however the others might be saved. She recovered from the flu, so there must be others who survived. There was a chance to get it all back. However, the things she had seen made her doubt that. The living. The dead. Bad things from both.
“Miss?” The man shook her shoulder. Lauryn drew back, looking up at him. “Are you all right?”
She nodded. “Yes. Just… this… I don’t know.”
The man pointed at Ralph. “You know him?”
“Yes, we go… went to the same high school.”
“Really? Must be a hell of a coincidence meeting him here.”
“We got separated the day the dead started walking. I was on my way home when I heard the shots.”
“You are that girl he left behind at the quarantine place?”
She nodded. “There was no quarantine; they were burning busloads of people.”
“I found that hard to believe when he told me, but now that I saw what those soldiers did to my group, it doesn’t surprise me.”
In the distance, they heard moaning. He stood up. “We need to move. By the way, my name is Ethan. Sorry that I forgot my manners.”
“Yeah, not surprising really, not much time for pleasantries with the dead chasing you.” She shook his hand. “Lauryn.”
Ethan nudged Ralph’s shoulder. Groggily, Ralph looked around, first at Ethan and then at Lauryn, his eyes grew wide. “Are we dead?” he stammered. “Is this heaven?”
Ethan pulled him up. “No, still alive, and in hell.” He gave Ralph a pat on the shoulder, making him stagger. Lauryn steadied him.
“Is it really you?” Ralph said.
Lauryn nodded. She wanted to kiss him, to hug him, but she felt awkward about it. Maybe it was because Ethan stood there, or maybe it was Ralph; he had changed in the short time they were apart.
A smile broke over his lips. “Lauryn? You’re alive.”
“Yes, I am.” She managed a smile.
Shadows gathered in the distance.
“Come on. Let’s go. We need to go a little farther,” Ethan said. “The others are waiting on high ground about two hundred yards from here. Ralph, can you walk on your own now? I can’t carry you all the way. Almost blew a lung dragging you here.”
“I’ll manage,” Ralph said, unable to keep his eyes off Lauryn. It was so unreal. She felt happy, but how could she be happy in a world with so much death?
“Let’s go.”
Ethan took point, and they followed closely. Lauryn held on to Ralph despite his ability to walk on his own. She didn’t want to let go of him. She was afraid if she did that he would disappear, and that finding him was a cruel joke played on her by fate.
Quickly, they left behind the shadows in the trees and reached a clearing. Lauryn was glad to be with him again. It had been two horrible weeks, but she had finally made it. That was what counted. Tears rolled over her cheeks. Horror, fear, sadness, happiness mixed together. They pressed on, leaving the dead behind, surviving another day.
CHAPTER TWO
Sarah looked at the blackboard, not paying attention to what was written on it or to Mr. Morrison, her senior-year math teacher. Really, this was a big joke, sitting in class like the zombie apocalypse was not happening. Sarah sighed. Mr. Morrison cast her an annoyed look, but kept on with his tedious drone while scribbling yet another math formula on the blackboard.
She fidgeted in her neat, wooden seat while her eyes scanned the other kids in the room. They were oblivious to the outside world, as if nothing had happened. The girls were chatting quietly among themselves. The jocks sat in the back, eyeing the girls while making rude gestures. The geeks sat in th
e front, listening attentively. While the in-betweeners minded their own business. And she, the misfit, was the only one from beyond the gates.
Sarah looked out the window. From here, you couldn’t see the walls, but she hadn’t seen them the day they brought her in a year ago. It was in the dead of night. Pitch black. They had landed the chopper on a helipad somewhere in town. Probably at their compound. The place was off limits. On that night, they had dragged her inside, kicking and screaming.
The black-clad soldiers had captured her, dragged her off, and she had fought all the way and almost got away. It was then that the tall soldier, Captain Terry Morgan, had turned around. She expected him to knock her out, hoped he would outright shoot her, but instead, he slapped her. Not hard. It had stung, but it wasn’t the force used that hit home, but more the way he did it. It stopped her, and the words he said to her had stayed with her.
“What’s done is done. Give up already.”
If he really knew what had been done, he wouldn’t have been so calm.
The next day, she had seen the walls. Tall, and made of thick concrete.
“Hey, Sarah.” The girl sitting next to her poked her. “Pay attention. He’s coming.”
A ruler slammed on the desk between Sarah and the girl who had tried to warn her. The girl jump in her seat. Sarah kept staring outside, and once again, she wondered how they were able to hide the walls so well from this building. They should be visible.
“Oh, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, dreaming again?” Mr. Morrison’s voice droned on with a twang of annoyance laced in it.
Slowly, she faced him, her eyes moving from the ruler, up his arms, and toward his spectacled face. An obese, profusely sweating, middle-aged man, wearing a tweed jacket, and a bowtie. Who wore a bowtie anymore? And why bother with school? Goddamn useless school.
“What!” Sarah said.
Mr. Morrison backed off, glaring at her. “You better watch your tongue, missy, or else I’ll call the captain.”
“I’m not stopping you. Call him.” What did she care? What were they gonna do? Lock her up again? Anything to get away from this.
