I kick the crippled one in
the face as hard as I’m able, smiling as numerous bones shudder and crack
beneath my heel, while I spin the blade from its temporary sheathe, using the
sturdy kick to move as gracefully as possible up to my feet. The gospel leader
glares at me with her one eye, her black burquas stained from the blood of
those she’d already slain.
“Their Lord will shield them
from the scourge of Hell. He will say: Eat and drink to your heart’s content!”
The one-eyed monster growled at me as she backs away slowly. “This is Allah’s
will heathen; remember this!”
“Yeah, well you remember
this bit… oh.” I begin to say before three other shambling zombies come from
the opened dorm, all wielding sharpened knives or cleavers in their heavily
muscled limbs; these boys had been eating!
“Those that deny the truth
are truly the vilest within our sight!” The one-eyed bitch cried as she waved
her stump in my direction. “Eat to your heart’s content boys!”
Whipping my sword about to
loosen my muscles, I wait for the lumbering corpses to approach me, their eyes
full of wicked intent and endless hunger as they eagerly lick their chapped
lips. The first to move is a large one, easily a foot taller than me with an
extra hundred pounds as well. He stumbles forward drunkenly, waving about a
chipped meat cleaver while groaning, his lower jaw unhinging as he prepares to
take a bite out of me, a slurred prayer to Allah leaving his lips as he
charges.
I step close, elbowing him
in the gut to stop his momentum and cause him to clack his jaw closed with a
sharp cracking of teeth, before swinging my sword in a wide arc, sinking the
sharpened steel into the pulp flesh of his neck and severing his head from his
body in as efficient a way as possible.
The other two, both sporting
deep gouges and sunken eyes along with large gleaming pieces of cutlery, charge
in at the same time, seeing an opening perhaps now that my blade is raised
high.
Moving with the momentum of
my swing, I let go of my sword and grab the headless giants cleaver wielding
hand, which is over my shoulder, and roll forward, throwing him into the two
charging undead while snatching the heavy-hilted cleaver for my own use. The
two knife-wielding dead can’t even react as several hundred pounds of undead
flesh collides with them, knocking them onto their backs, their limbs snapping
like dried timber in the winter beneath their comrades prodigious weight.
Reaching down to snatch the
hilt of my blade, I swiftly move forward, slicing into the skulls of the two
downed ghouls as quickly as I can, preventing them from getting up, before
focusing on the one-eyed bitch clutched a blood-spattered Quran to her chest.
She sneers at me with
blackened teeth, gore stuck between her enamel and chapped lips as she glares
at me openly with her one milky eye. “Wretched heathen! Why resist when you
know Allah’s will to be true?”
Okay, this is getting
annoying. I move forward slowly, cleaver in one hand and sword in the other.
She doesn’t back down, nor does she make any move to try and fight back. Perhaps
she’s surrendering?
A sudden roar from the dorm
makes me think twice, and forces me to tumble forward to avoid the charge of a
grotesquely obese man, his throat chewed away as well as some of his fingers,
wearing a bloody World of Warcraft
shirt and clutching a baseball bat with a look in his eyes ready to kill.
“Then fight in the cause of
Allah, and know that Allah heareth and knoweth all things!” The she-corpse
shrilly cries, dropping her Quran and pulling a thin filleting knife from her
sash. My impromptu tumbling, something I hadn’t practiced in nearly a decade,
had left me with only the cleaver as a weapon, and two enemies now towering
above me.
The fat zombie howled with
rage, a bloody foam frothing from his mouth as he raised his bat high with both
hands, ready to begin beating me to death.
Swinging the cleaver into
the side of his knee causes him to shudder as his heavy-set frame creaks and
protests, but doesn’t stop him from falling down. The bitch moves closer,
twirling the knife between her fingers slowly as she eyes me up and down. “I’ll
feast on your heart first heathen, to truly see why you reject Allah’s grace!”
That’s enough for me to
lunge forward and grab her by her ankles, rolling back with the teetering
cannibal prophet, just as the humongous dead brings his bat down with a
sickening crack…
Right into the bitch’s head,
caving in the right side with a gory display of grey matter and black congealed
blood spattering outward. Wrestling the knife away from her now limp hand, and
holding her dripping corpse above me as the giant begins hammering at her body
to try and get to me, I lash out with the filet knife, hamstringing the leg
that I hadn’t used my cleaver on with a quick swipe.
That does it. The muscle
snaps from the sudden tension and tears and rips as it rolls back up his calf,
the leg giving way as he crumples to the ground, the clatter of the bat ringing
on the stone pavement close by. I push the prophets corpse into the giant and
begin to crawl away to fetch my sword.
As I rise from the ground,
sword now held in a steady hand, I find that the giant isn’t pursuing me. No,
he’s merely greedily devouring his mistress’s body, tearing great chunks away
as he wordlessly groans around a mouthful of rotted flesh.
“Huh,” I mutter as I look to
the sky, numerous pillars of smoke piercing the cold blue sky, “You don’t see
that every day.”
Walking up to him, I stab
him deep in the head through the temples, placing a foot on his neck to pull
the blade free. Surprised at the giants lack of response as I approached, I take
the chance and sever the head of the bloodied Moslem woman, just in case she hasn’t
been properly handled.
Looking around, I see the
open parking lot leading to the entrance of the University, as well as the
shambling bodies wandering around aimlessly. I can hear the one Preacher-Man
calling out still as more students scream, but that only spurs me on to make a
decision faster.
Should I brave the parking
lot, or go back and harvest more supplies? I still have the bike and a good
deal of food and water, but I don’t really know where I’m headed to.
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