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Authors: Luke Duffy
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other streets, following the noises created by their fellow infected, but the two living men remained unnoticed, for the time being.
A clatter rang out behind them as one of the meandering bodies collided with an overturned shopping cart. Al and Tommy froze, slowly pivoting around and facing in the direction of the threat. There, the emaciated body of a woman ambled through the wreckage of the street, snorting and growling as she dragged her feet along the weed covered tarmac. She did not look in their direction, but kept her gaze fixed on the ground beneath her feet. Al nodded to Tommy, and they continued forward.
They drew closer, scanning along the length of the huge parking building with the barrels of their weapons pointing in whatever direction they looked, ready to fire should the need arise. At the slipway, they began to see the corpses of dozens of bodies, decayed to the point where they were nothing more than bones covered with scraps of clothing, and being slowly overwhelmed and swallowed up by the tangles of weeds and moss that had begun to creep over them through the years.
At the ramp, they saw the barricades. Made from large trucks and vans, their tyres destroyed and rendering them completely immobilised and virtually impossible to move, the defences put into place seemed to be still intact. Three or four heavy trucks were pushed up to the gap of the entrance ramp, sitting flush with the walls, and with no gaps that could be exploited. From what Al and Tommy could see, nothing could get by them or force them out of the way.
Over at the exit ramp, they saw a similar set of defences. There was no indication that the blockades had been breached and beyond them, in the gloomy interior of the parking levels, there was no sign of the dead, only the hollow moan of the wind as it blew in through the open levels of the parking complex.
“Doesn’t look like they got in here,” Al surmised as he scanned the darkness, looking for the smallest hint of movement within the ground level parking bays.
All around the perimeter of the building, the remains of men, women, and children lay scattered and piled together where they had fallen, many years before. The two soldiers paused and looked up to the roof of the building, realising that these bodies had been the result of people firing down from the rooftop. For the living, with strength, agility, and intelligence, it would be easy to enter past the obstacles. However, for the hordes of dead, the parking complex with the heavy and immovable vehicles blocking the entrances was an impenetrable fortress that could not be breached.
They waited for a few minutes, watching into the blackness of the parking area, and ensuring that the ground level did not contain a thousand corpses lurking in the darkness and watching them with hungry eyes. The building was as silent as a tomb. Not even the squeak of rats came out from the darkness.
“Okay,” Tommy began in a hoarse whisper and moving towards the nearest barricade. “Time to get in and see what’s what.”
He wanted to get off the street. He felt exposed and open to attack, and he wanted to get into cover. He turned to grab the attention of his cohort, and saw that the Al’s eyes were fixed on something else. Something behind them. He turned, following the gaze of his partner, and saw a wall of black and grey, spilling out from the street where they had entered into the store. The dead were advancing towards them. At just a glance, it was clear to them that the mass of bodies knew the two living men were there, and they were making a beeline for them.
“Oh, fuck me,” he gasped, staring at the scene that panned out before them. “How the fuck did they find us?”
“In,” Al yelled with urgency, as he snapped out of his shocked silence. He began pushing against his friend, unable to take his eyes away from the horde. “Get in. Up, over the trucks. Fucking get in, Tom.”
They scrambled up and over the fused
A clatter rang out behind them as one of the meandering bodies collided with an overturned shopping cart. Al and Tommy froze, slowly pivoting around and facing in the direction of the threat. There, the emaciated body of a woman ambled through the wreckage of the street, snorting and growling as she dragged her feet along the weed covered tarmac. She did not look in their direction, but kept her gaze fixed on the ground beneath her feet. Al nodded to Tommy, and they continued forward.
They drew closer, scanning along the length of the huge parking building with the barrels of their weapons pointing in whatever direction they looked, ready to fire should the need arise. At the slipway, they began to see the corpses of dozens of bodies, decayed to the point where they were nothing more than bones covered with scraps of clothing, and being slowly overwhelmed and swallowed up by the tangles of weeds and moss that had begun to creep over them through the years.
At the ramp, they saw the barricades. Made from large trucks and vans, their tyres destroyed and rendering them completely immobilised and virtually impossible to move, the defences put into place seemed to be still intact. Three or four heavy trucks were pushed up to the gap of the entrance ramp, sitting flush with the walls, and with no gaps that could be exploited. From what Al and Tommy could see, nothing could get by them or force them out of the way.
Over at the exit ramp, they saw a similar set of defences. There was no indication that the blockades had been breached and beyond them, in the gloomy interior of the parking levels, there was no sign of the dead, only the hollow moan of the wind as it blew in through the open levels of the parking complex.
“Doesn’t look like they got in here,” Al surmised as he scanned the darkness, looking for the smallest hint of movement within the ground level parking bays.
All around the perimeter of the building, the remains of men, women, and children lay scattered and piled together where they had fallen, many years before. The two soldiers paused and looked up to the roof of the building, realising that these bodies had been the result of people firing down from the rooftop. For the living, with strength, agility, and intelligence, it would be easy to enter past the obstacles. However, for the hordes of dead, the parking complex with the heavy and immovable vehicles blocking the entrances was an impenetrable fortress that could not be breached.
They waited for a few minutes, watching into the blackness of the parking area, and ensuring that the ground level did not contain a thousand corpses lurking in the darkness and watching them with hungry eyes. The building was as silent as a tomb. Not even the squeak of rats came out from the darkness.
“Okay,” Tommy began in a hoarse whisper and moving towards the nearest barricade. “Time to get in and see what’s what.”
He wanted to get off the street. He felt exposed and open to attack, and he wanted to get into cover. He turned to grab the attention of his cohort, and saw that the Al’s eyes were fixed on something else. Something behind them. He turned, following the gaze of his partner, and saw a wall of black and grey, spilling out from the street where they had entered into the store. The dead were advancing towards them. At just a glance, it was clear to them that the mass of bodies knew the two living men were there, and they were making a beeline for them.
“Oh, fuck me,” he gasped, staring at the scene that panned out before them. “How the fuck did they find us?”
“In,” Al yelled with urgency, as he snapped out of his shocked silence. He began pushing against his friend, unable to take his eyes away from the horde. “Get in. Up, over the trucks. Fucking get in, Tom.”
They scrambled up and over the fused
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