Deadies: Run for Your Life by Krystell Lake Read Free Book Online

department. I grabbed a half of a dozen V-neck t-shirts in various sizes and tossed them in my cart.
    I thought I saw some movement near the unisex fitting room. I paused and stared. Looking for more movement but yearning not to see anything. I picked my flashlight up from the toddler seat in the cart. I flashed it directly at the fitting rooms.
    “ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed like the girl that I am. There behind the fitting room desk was a deadie, an old woman without teeth. She was dressed in the Superstore uniform, polo shirt and khaki pants. Her silver-gray hair was matted with dried blood that had once dripped to her chin. “Nick!” The old lady came charging at me and I saw there were three more deadies behind her.
    “ Run, Jesse.” Nick’s voice bellowed from the right of the fitting rooms.”
    “ BLAM! BLAM!” Nick’s gun went off. I could see he was being ambushed by a horde of deadies. He could not help me. He needed help. I turned to run and I remembered the gun in my pocket. I pulled the gun out and run for my life. I turned down the infant toddler aisle. I swatted my arms on the shelves knocking boxes of baby diapers behind me. I glanced back and I saw the deadies stumble over the diaper boxes as they tried to close the small gap in between me and them.
    The closest and quickest deadie was a young man with one eye. One of these monsters had bit his eye out while he was still a human, a horrible way to die, and a creepy grotesque way to be reborn. This deadie’s polo shirt was full of bullet holes. Someone tried to kill him but didn’t realize they had to shoot him in the head. A mistake I would never make. I reached for a baby stroller that was a few feet above me on a shelf. I tried to toss it in the path of the crazed deadies. Fuck me! The stroller was chained to the fuckin’ shelf. What the fuck? When did I start thinking like a potty mouth? This end of the world, zombie freak shit changes people.
    “ BLAM!” Another gunshot, I need to get to Nick. I pushed harder, faster but the one eyed deadie was on my heels with two dead women and a zombie grandma right on his heels. I could smell them as the air rushed by my face. Fuck it! I will not die like this.
    I made it to the end of the aisle. I turned in the middle of running and pointed my .45. I lifted it and deadie one-eye run right for me. “BLAM!” I pulled the trigger. I hit him in the head and he fell backwards knocking the remaining deadie trio on the carpet. Lucky shot, I’m sure I couldn’t duplicate it.
    My fear was stifled with aggression. The toxic trio of deadies quickly began their second pursuit, their second attempt on my life. I circled around and ended up running toward where I last saw Nick.
    “ Nick!” I called out. Was he still alive?
    “ BLAM! BLAM!” Two more gunshots, the proof, he was still alive. The sparks from the gunshots lead me to him. I shouldn’t bring more deadies in his path but I couldn’t think of a better plan. Nick was standing below a nightlight in the middle of dead corpses. He had slain them all. I ran toward him with my personal deadie trio hot on my trail. He lifted his gun. “BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!” One by one plus one more, he took out the three deadies with shots to the head. Was his eye sight that good or was the taped flashlight on top of his Glock an act of genius? A question for a later time.
    “ Are you okay?” Nick asked.
    “ Yeah, I shot one of them.” I wanted to tell him I wasn’t useless.
    “ I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”
    Tears welled in the corner of my eyes. I tried to hide my sudden panic. “Can we get our supplies and get out of here.”
    “ Yeah,” Nick said as I followed him back to our carts.
    The silence was interrupted by a single growl. We turned around and the swinging double doors that read employees only, burst open. There were three more deadies full of vigor trudging toward us.
    “ BLAM!” Nick shot one in the head. The deadie fell.