As soon as the door opened, a dead hand grabbed the old lady's lower jaw. The monk booked it toward the hill with Juanita in his arms. Mbu picked up the little boy and ran for the hill as well. Desmond wrestled with the attacker who still had a solid grip on the old lady. I grabbed a hold of the young lady's hand and tried to lead her to the hill.
Desmond had his arms hooked around the dead man's torso and managed to get him on the ground. This action caused the old lady's jaw to completely separate from her face with a nauseating ripping sound. The dead man immediately brought it to his mouth and sunk his teeth into her former chin. For the second time that day, Desmond threw up.
The old lady flailed around. "Ag awg ack og eh," she continued saying until she had finally bled out. Once Desmond had recovered from being sick, he joined the rest of us on our trek up the hill. There was nothing more he could do for the old lady.
By then, the entire pack of dead things had given up trying to enter the facility and were in pursuit of us. We were all in a place of fear so there was no fooling them at this point. We only had our speed on our side. Their shambling, shuffling limps seemed to be their only weakness. The man in boxers led the pack in chasing us toward the hill.
We all knew that reaching the building at the top of the hill was not where our struggles would end. The Boxers Man had demonstrated that he knew how to use rocks to shatter windows. We would have to reinforce the doors and barricade ourselves inside.
Surprisingly, when we got inside the building, we noticed that the dead things were no longer chasing us. A skirmish had broken out between Boxers Man and the man holding the jaw bone of the old lady. None of the dead things had even tried to touch the freshly dead body of the old lady.
Jawbone moved to tackle Boxers, but Boxers moved out of the way. This caused Jawbone to lose his balance and fall flat on his face. Boxers put a foot squarely on Jawbone's back. he then reached down and snatched the jawbone from Jawbone's flailing hand. He let his foot up and Jawbone struggled to his feet. When he got up to face his opponent, Boxers swung the jawbone so that it sunk deep into his enemy's eye socket. This immediately dropped Jawbone who never got back up. In silence, Boxers went over to the old lady's body and began to eat.
From our relative safety inside the building at the top of the hill, we watched this entire display in revulsion. It seemed to have been some sort of power struggle in which the obvious winner was Boxers. Once he had eaten his fill, the rest of the dead things swooped down upon the remains to begin their own feast.
"So, before they're all done...." the monk shivered. "Before they're done eating, I'd say we'd better start smelling like something other than fear." Just then, a frying pan appeared out of nowhere, hit the monk in the head, causing him to drop to the floor out cold.
Desmond had his arms hooked around the dead man's torso and managed to get him on the ground. This action caused the old lady's jaw to completely separate from her face with a nauseating ripping sound. The dead man immediately brought it to his mouth and sunk his teeth into her former chin. For the second time that day, Desmond threw up.
The old lady flailed around. "Ag awg ack og eh," she continued saying until she had finally bled out. Once Desmond had recovered from being sick, he joined the rest of us on our trek up the hill. There was nothing more he could do for the old lady.
By then, the entire pack of dead things had given up trying to enter the facility and were in pursuit of us. We were all in a place of fear so there was no fooling them at this point. We only had our speed on our side. Their shambling, shuffling limps seemed to be their only weakness. The man in boxers led the pack in chasing us toward the hill.
We all knew that reaching the building at the top of the hill was not where our struggles would end. The Boxers Man had demonstrated that he knew how to use rocks to shatter windows. We would have to reinforce the doors and barricade ourselves inside.
Surprisingly, when we got inside the building, we noticed that the dead things were no longer chasing us. A skirmish had broken out between Boxers Man and the man holding the jaw bone of the old lady. None of the dead things had even tried to touch the freshly dead body of the old lady.
Jawbone moved to tackle Boxers, but Boxers moved out of the way. This caused Jawbone to lose his balance and fall flat on his face. Boxers put a foot squarely on Jawbone's back. he then reached down and snatched the jawbone from Jawbone's flailing hand. He let his foot up and Jawbone struggled to his feet. When he got up to face his opponent, Boxers swung the jawbone so that it sunk deep into his enemy's eye socket. This immediately dropped Jawbone who never got back up. In silence, Boxers went over to the old lady's body and began to eat.
From our relative safety inside the building at the top of the hill, we watched this entire display in revulsion. It seemed to have been some sort of power struggle in which the obvious winner was Boxers. Once he had eaten his fill, the rest of the dead things swooped down upon the remains to begin their own feast.
"So, before they're all done...." the monk shivered. "Before they're done eating, I'd say we'd better start smelling like something other than fear." Just then, a frying pan appeared out of nowhere, hit the monk in the head, causing him to drop to the floor out cold.
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