Unrest by Nathaniel Reed Read Free Book Online

side or back lots.  
                  “What do we do now?” Jomo asked.
                  “Who’s parked close?” Samir said.
                  “I am,” Kamara pointed, “Two rows down, behind this building.”
                  “Good. We’ll need to get to your car.”
                  They could see zombies and people being chased outside either entrance.
                  “I think they’ve probably tried that too,” Ian said. “What’s to say the parking lot isn’t swarming with them too?”
                  “Won’t know until we try,” Marina countered.

 
                  They watched as an officer fell back outside the entrance, was devoured voraciously by two zombies, and then left there once they’d had their fill. The top of his head, his face, his chest, his stomach, was gone, just big gaping holes where they’d been. They stood and watched with revulsion as he was reduced to little more than ground meat, wanting to help but not wanting to reveal their position.  
                  “I’ve got to get his gun,” Marina said, spying his sidearm, which he hadn’t had a chance to pull out, “Then we’ll stand a chance. They don’t know where to aim, but we do.”
                  “All right,” Samir said. “Everyone close behind Marina.” They moved in at a crouch. She reached for the gun in the holster, pulling it free. A loud groan to her left and she fired, hitting the zombie in the forehead, stopping it cold. She undid the policeman’s belt which carried spare ammunition. She was horrified both by his condition, and the fact that she was stealing from the dead. But she had no time to feel terrible about that now. They had a job to do.
                  “Come on!” she said, cinching the policeman’s belt over her own. The holster was attached to it, so when she wasn’t using the gun she could put it away. On the other side of the belt the officer’s billy club was a button snap away.
                  They ran out the alley beside her. The undead were all around them. Marina started firing away, striking everyone she targeted in the head, cleanly, efficiently. Ian came in behind her with his stick and bashed those remaining in their respective noggins. Kamara did equally well with her hole puncher flail. Samir stabbed many in the head with his scissors until they bent and became useless. Guadalupe ended up finally breaking her T-Square off in one zombie’s temple. Klaus cracked his yard stick, and began to use the splintered half to stab at them. Jomo and Xinga eventually ran out of things to throw at them. Marina handed Jomo the letter opener, and Xinga the officer’s nightstick, so they could at least have something to defend themselves with. She kept most of them at bay and from getting to close to them as they made their way through the mob. There were still living people around running amongst the zombies and she had to be careful not to shoot them as well. She spotted a group of five officers firing into a line of zombies heading toward them. Marina shouted at them, “Aim for their heads!!”
                  They did, and cried gleefully as the tide began to turn, but it was too late for three of them. They were overrun before they could kill enough of them. But their group had to solder on. They wouldn’t be able to stop and save people without becoming meals themselves. They had to blast and bash and stab their way through as best they could until they reached the parking lot and Kamara’s car.
                  Xinga was still afraid but she was also getting angry. To be new in a place so foreign and finally begin to make friends and then have it all threatened by these monsters, these freaks of nature. She didn’t have the words for it in English, but she knew this was not good, and she emphasized it with