Day 09: Plagued

“KILL HIM! HURRY!” Elise shouted from her spot in the corner. Phil had become extremely agitated, his unintelligible grunts and gurgles were beginning to distress her. The noise inside caused an almost equal reaction outside as moans of the gathering horde could be heard through the walls.

“There’s more of them on the porch,” Katrina announced, rushing through the house and shutting off all the lights. “We need to do something damn it!”

“Jake!” Elise whined.

He stepped forward and reared back, preparing to swing. “NO!” Georgia yelled. She stepped in front of Jake and he stopped mid motion.

“Look, lady, it’s four against one for getting Phil the hell out of this house. He’s not human. I don’t know what I have to do to get that through your thick skull but this is happening!” he snapped and shoved her out of the way. Georgia pushed back, again stepping in front of her neighbor.

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Day 08: Dead Ringer

“I thought you said he was dead!” Troy shouted in Natalie’s direction.

“He was…he is!” she exclaimed and backed away from the stretcher. “Maybe it was gas.”

“Gas? His hand came out from under the sheet and touched me. Dead men don’t move!” Troy stated the obvious. “You must be incredibly bad at your job to miss that!”

“I know how to do my damn job! He has NO PULSE!”

“Oh for Pete’s sake,” Matthew growled. Grabbing a combat knife from his right boot, he pulled back the sheet and placed the blade beneath the man’s nose and waited. “No breath. He’s dead and you’re a fucking idiot. Now that we’ve cleared that up, you think we can get a move on?”

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Day 07: A Game of Survival

“What was that?” Veronica asked, turning quickly towards the sound.

“Probably a fucking cat,” Kurt grumbled, barely looking up from his cup. “It’s always a fucking cat in the movies,” he laughed.

“Someone should probably go see,” Richard replied, glancing towards JC.

“Why you looking at me? You suggested it, YOU go see. Kurt’s ass over there talking about scary movies and shit. Brothers never last in those situations ESPECIALLY if they go investigating strange noises like a dumbass. Thank you but no thank you,” he waved him off and pointed to the floor. “I’m staying my ass right here.”

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Day 06: Aim for the Head

“Nina!” Johnathan rushed forward and pulled his daughter back. Moving towards his luggage, he quickly sifted through the piles of perfectly folded shirts and grabbed the 9mm handgun from beneath. Hurrying back to the restaurant’s main entrance and the rapidly disintegrating glass doors, he aimed and fired two shots. The first went wide. The second shot hit the approaching zombie center mass. “Damn,” he growled and moved a little closer.

Aiming his weapon once more, Johnathan caught the man in the forehead and he instantly dropped to the ground. The growling and smashing stopped and the group appeared safe…for now. “What the hell…did you see that?” Liz stammered, clambering to her feet. She’d dropped beneath a table as the shooting started but kept an eye on the action. “He…you shot him but it didn’t seem to have an effect. He just kept coming!”

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Day 05: Flesh and Blood

“Georgia, please! Let me in,” a panicky, gruff voice shouted on the other side of the door. “Help me, please!”

“Wait,” Georgia stood and moved closer. “It’s Mr. Collins, my neighbor,” she said, peering through the glass side panel. “Let him in.”

“What? Are you sure?” Josh asked, still forcing his weight against the door.

“Yes, I’m sure! Let him in!”

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