Part III

I scramble to my feet as the sea of dead walk, twitching, towards me. I push Gia behind me with my free hand as I return my blade to my belt and grab for my shotgun. I aim, but don’t fire yet. The noise attracts them.

The dead advance slowly, this means they haven’t eaten in a while. This also means that their determination will be relentless. Lovely.

Gia is sandwiched between Sal and me as I back up towards the fence. Keeping my eyes on the hoard in front of us I softly say to Sal, “perimeter?” Sal takes a look on all sides.

“Surrounded,” replies Sal with clear fear in his voice. Great. Before the garage front is out of view I notice that the door is askew but not large enough to fit a person, the possibility that it’s empty is unlikely but promising. We need to get in the garage.

“Gia, watch the front.” I feel her pull her gun and aim at the advancing mass. I scan all four sides looking for a thinning in their ranks. I feel panic crawling up my neck, trying to ease into my thoughts, but I push it down. I don’t have time to for that, not now. It’s not just my life I have to worry about, not anymore.

There’s a gap next to the garage side, and a window! Maybe someone up there is on my side for once. It looks to be solid, closed tight. But, a solid smash of my rifle butt should clear it. The window is high, just out of my reach. At 5’6 I’m not exactly short but in this case it makes me just shy of what I need; Sal is a solid 6 feet, he can reach it!

The dead are closing in, we’ve got a few feet between us now, it’s time. “Sal, the window that’s our route. I’ll clear the path you and Gia get in there. I’m right behind you.”

Sal doesn’t wait, he doesn’t hesitate to run after my first shot, I reduce the head of one of the dead to mulch. The others pause for a second, giving Sal a moment to rush in, I shoot three more and a path is clear to the window. I run in behind them and face the crowding mass. I take out one more then I hear the breaking of the window behind me.

Gia is still only 5’2 so Sal pushes her up and through. For an old man he’s retained some muscle, this makes him useful, I knew keeping him around wasn’t the stupidest of ideas. Hope begins to gestate in my mind, we’re almost out. I hear Sal behind me as he scrambles to get himself through the window. I back up against the wall and reload, fast. As I cock my shot gun one tries to lunge at me, his head is gone mid stride. They’re getting closer, I take two more shots. “Sal,” I take another shot, “Sal,” there’s only a foot between me and the semi-circle formed around me, “SAL!”

I feel a hand grab my shoulder, it’s warm, a good sign. I smash the face of one more coming at my with the butt of my shotgun, then turn and hop grabbing the window’s ledge. I jump, but my feet make it half way up to the window. I feel a hand grab my boot, I shake it off then use its head as a step up and dive into the window as Sal pulls at my shoulders to get me in.

I’m flung onto a tower of crates, as I take a deep breath I hear two pops from Gia’s gun. Shit. My adrenaline kicks into gear once more and I swing my head to see what she’s dealing with. The hands of the dead reach at my from the window, but they’re not all tall so only a few try to grab at me, I take a step down from the crate tower and I’m out of reach. Pulling my shotgun to its ready position I scan the garage for the dead, paying attention to little else.

Gia seems to have taken out the only two that found their way in. I didn’t want to stay and find out how they did.

I look around the abandoned garage and a slight flicker of relief, no more than that, a smile forms at the corners of my lips; a hummer that looks to be in good condition sits in the middle of the garage.

Dead hands pound on all four sides of the structure we’re incased in. I don’t hesitate to jump off the crate tower, “Sal find fuel and pack it into the trunk. Gia find anything useful and do the same, fast!”

As the two begin to scurry around the garage I head for the locked cabinet at the far corner of the garage, a gun safe, my favorite. The lock seems to be untouched. I reach into my jacket and pull out my lock picks. Placing my body between the lock and Gia or Sal’s view I have the lock open within seconds. You’d think the military would lock up their equipment better. I pull the door open and find four rifles and ammunition. I toss the ammo into my pack and haul the guns over to the open trunk.

The dead are getting louder, more desperate. I hear the crack of Sal’s rifle and spin to attention. There’s a break in the side wall, they’re getting in. Gia throws a few choice items into the trunk and hops in the back seat. Sal loads up two more canisters of gas and slams the trunk shut. He takes another shot at the dead coming through the gap attempting to fill the hole with bodies. I do the same, one final shot and the hole is half full, how oddly optimistic of me.

I jump into the drivers seat tossing my pack in the back and realize I have no key. I check the sun visor of the car, but no key. I sigh, knowing my next move will be cause for explanation later. I quickly shove my head under the dash and pull out the wires. I begin to fiddle with them until I hear the engine gasping for life. After multiple tries the hummer won’t start. Shit.


Life… here’s an update, also my excuses for not writing.

Well, I’m been avoiding my blog. Why? Because I’ve been making excuses. I’ve been avoiding my writing. School, family, Holidays, social life, surgery, and on and on. I don’t have time to write.

Wrong, I do.

But, surprise surprise I make excuses to myself because, dun dun dun! I’m afraid of failure. How do you fail at writing a blog? Beats the hell out of me but my pessimistic mind has overtaken my sanity apparently.

To be honest, I just didn’t want to think while recovering from surgery. My health is not in the best shape, in more than one way. So, I’ve been “focusing” all my energies on getting better. But, happy people heal faster, yet I’ve been wallowing. Yes, I know I’m being stupid. But hey, who takes their own advice? No one.

So, dear blog-a-sphere, I’ve been neglecting you. My love of words, while still strong has been by-passed for worry. Logic dictates that I will heal, that I will get back to normal life, that my health issues are not that bad. Emotion however, which bypasses all and any Logic with me, tells me to worry, to fret, and so on. Sorry Logic, you and I have never been as tight as Emotion and I. Funny how I lean towards the irrational of the two. What does that say about me? A lot. Hey, emotions make you a good writer… that’s my other excuse.

Well folks, I’m here to say that I will strive harder to use this passion of mine! Also, I know you’re all dying to read on about my lovely zombie-pocalyps characters, so I’ll do my best to keep the suspense at a minimum.

Obsessed. Thanks Snyder.

So, despite my long blog absence I’ve actually been reading. I powered through my final exams, with better grades than I ever thought my brain capable of. And so, on a very busy Christmas Eve I bought myself a present: Scent of Magic by Maria V. Snyder. It’s the second in her Healer series. Yes, I know I go on and on about Snyder, but her fantasy just captures my mind and I just can’t stop. It’s an obsession, and now I have to wait however long it takes her to write and publish the third in the series, Taste of Death. 12027429

Snyder’s heroines are made of the stuff that all strong young girls want to be made of. Avry in particular is as stubborn and clever as they come, something I too aspire to. This is why her heroines are so relatable, if you’re not like them you want to be like them.

Not to mention Avry’s wide cast of cohorts are so loveable you can’t help but want to read on about their antics.

Now Snyder’s villans, what can I say really? She’s great at making you love to hate them. Tohon, the ruthless war-lord and maniac, just makes you want to reach into the book and rip that bastard’s head off. While his minions are just as conniving and evil as he is, but not as ruthless.

Snyder has once again captured my praises. And, unlike Touch of Power, Scent of Magic was not as easy to guess the outcome of. In Touch of Power I had so many “oh come on, how have you NOT figured that out yet?” moments with Arvy’s character. But in Scent of Magic Avry was always one step ahead of me, which while reading I prefer.

So kudos Snyder on a fantastic fantasy, that will have me reeling for the third book until I’m cuddled up with it in my couch. And if you could release it during a semester break like Scent of Magic, you’d be doing me a real solid. But if it’s over a year from now, I should be done with school so don’t worry about it then.