You better run [beep]! Haha. Good going. Loved this part. Keeps getting better.
|Trina let out a small gasp as all the zombies turned to look at them in unison. The noise of Trina and Roy running down the hallway and the smell of the blood dripping from Roy’s ass drew their attention quickly.
“Now what do we do?” Trina whispered to Roy.
“How the frig am I supposed to know.” Roy answered sarcastically.
At the same time, they both turned around to head back down the hallway to the bedroom and looked straight at the bashed head of their bedroom buddy. The blow that Trina landed to the zombie’s head was enough to knock him down, but not enough to keep him down.
“Your're f*cking kidding me, right?” Roy asked himself.
“Well, it’s our only choice but we’ll have to be quick, so move your ass Trina, let’s go” Roy said as he grabbed for Trina’s hand. Only, he didn’t come back with Trina’s hand, but a hand of one of the parlor zombies. What Roy didn’t realize was that as soon as “let’s go” was out of his mouth, Trina started to run down the hallway for the bedroom thinking Roy would be right behind her. The last thing Roy saw was Trina dashing past the bedroom zombie, giving one last glance back and slamming the bedroom door.
Once inside the bedroom, Trina realized that Roy wasn’t coming back from that parlor. At least, not the Roy that she knew. She could hear him screaming and couldn’t even imagine what was going on beyond that door. She was still in shock both over the fact that Roy didn’t follow right behind her and that this whole situation was happening in the first place. If only she would have read that zombie survival book, maybe she would know what to do now. She had planned to read it, but like Roy, never had the time at the end of the day.
“Think Trina, think,” she said to herself as she paced the room. First things first, she locked the bedroom door. “A lot of good that will do me now.” She said out loud. She picked up the baseball bat and threw it on the bed. Then she grabbed her clothes from the floor and quickly got dressed. Next thing she did was to barricade the door with her grandfather’s old cedar chest from the end of the bed.
After that, Trina didn’t know what to do. All through high school she had been a fighter. Face it; high school was tough, and even tougher for the neighborhood tramp. She handed out some good ass kicking in high school, but was never faced with more than one opponent at a time. And she sure as shit wasn’t experienced in battling zombies. She grabbed the baseball bat off the bed and started looking for another way out. The only other way out besides the door was the window. She was afraid to even pull apart the blinds to glance out and see what was happening outside. If she had a dozen zombies in the house, how many would be waiting out there for her? Although it might seem cold-hearted, she figured that the zombies wouldn’t be preoccupied too much longer with Roy and would be coming for her very soon. Maybe if she stayed quiet, they would go away and leave her be, or maybe they would just charge in here any second and start eating her alive too.
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