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

Another deadie detoured around a rack of clothing and was headed in a straight line right at me. I tripped over a metal bar sticking out the bottom of a display. Now I will die like all those other women in horror films that trip and fall. I was on the floor and I could not see Nick anymore. I could plainly see the deadie salivating at the sight of me as I crawled backwards. I could see deadie’s milky cataract eyes beaming down on me.
    “ BLAM!” The left side of the deadies head was blown to bits. His boney body tumbled down, right on top of me. In a frenzy, I pushed the gross corpse off of me. A hand reached down to help me up. It was Naveen holding a smoking gun.
    I stood and looked for Nick. He was a few feet away standing over a deadie with a hunting knife lodged in the center of its forehead.
    Nick bent down on one knee and removed his knife for the dead skull. “Pop goes the weasel.” He wiped the blood on a pair of shorts hanging on the rack beside us.
    “ Time to go home,” Naveen said.
    “ Let’s grab our shit and get the hell out of here.” Nick grabbed both his carts.
    Naveen took one of my carts and we ran through the aisle. We pushed and ran like playful kids but fun didn’t move our feet, fear did. We made it to the employee side door faster than humanly possible. Fear makes you superhuman. A life lesson I learned the day my neighbor Laura viciously attacked me. We quickly loaded our goods into the trucks. We had collected quite a bit of goods. Nick reached up and pulled the strap to close the truck door. He slammed it down and hooked the latch. That was enough excitement for one day. Enough life or death for one lifetime.
    “ Nick!” Terror rang in Naveen’s voice.
    Nearly ten deadies were shuffling toward us from the rear of the superstore. Nick turned to me. “Get in and start the truck!” I ran to the driver’s side.
    Naveen had his gun pointed. The deadies were getting closer and closer to the Escalade. “We have to leave the Caddy!”
    Nick slammed the trunk of the Escalade. “No, you get in the mail truck with Jesse! Get out of here!” Nick yelled just as I started the truck. I looked at my right rearview mirror and I could see the deadies running at us. I looked over at the left side rearview mirror and there were more deadies.
    Naveen opened the passenger door and he was in the seat next to me. “Jesse, go!”
    “ We can’t leave Nick!”
    “ Go! Go! Go!” I heard Nick yell over the roar of the engine and the groans of the deadies vastly approaching.
    I put the mail truck in drive and sped off. “BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!” There were too many shots to count. Naveen’s head was backwards out the window. He was watching Nick fight for his life. I was too afraid to look back. I didn’t want to see it. Instead I glanced down at the speedometer. I was up to forty-five miles per hour.
    “ He’s in the truck.” Naveen said through the window. “BLAM!” There was a single shot that echoed behind us.
    “ What?” I looked down at the driver’s side mirror and I could see the Escalade moving behind us. It was driving backwards. There were deadies running behind it or more accurately in front of it.
    “ I think he’s okay.” Naveen said while keeping watch out his window.
    I took another look in the mirror and Nick was gaining ground on us. I watched as he spun the huge luxury truck around. Now he was headed in the same direction, forward instead of backwards.
    “ That was close.” Nick’s voice rejoiced over the walkie-talkie’s. I exhaled. My walkie was hooked to the side of my shorts. I had forgotten about it. I grabbed it and handed it over to Naveen.
    “ You scared the crap out of us. Jesse has both hands on the wheel.” Naveen looked over at me and smiled with relief.
    “ I scared the crap out of myself. Did you see the freak hanging on my door?”
    “ Yeah I saw you take him out.” Naveen said into the walkie.
    “ Pop goes the weasel.” Nick pulled up on the side