the power back on?" They could all hear the edge of panic creeping into her voice. Frank reached out in the darkness and took his wives hand.
"I think it's just about time to leave this place." Frank said. He felt her hand tighten, and he could sense her about to protest, but he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and she remained silent.
"I don't know if I can face those things again."
"Sharon you've got to be strong now." Frank's voice was low, but there was no masking the seriousness. "You've got to. All of our lives depend on us looking out for one another. This is no time for weakness. I know it's hard, but you've got to stay strong." He hugged his wife tight, trying to feel the strength he portrayed.
"Load up with cans of food." Zack said. "Who knows when we'll see another chance to resupply?"
In the feeble light provided by the flashlight, they loaded their packs with spare cans of Spam, soup and pork and beans. Frank had been smart enough to bring a trio of canteens and he filled them with fresh water from one of the barrels. With that accomplished, they gathered their weapons, and left the safety of the bomb shelter, into the lurking danger of the school above…
Zack opened the storage room door a crack and peered out into the dark hallway. At the west end daylight poured in from the doors on the south wall, the hallway was quiet as a tomb and just as empty.
"The coast is clear." he whispered, and emerged into the hallway. As everyone moved into the hallway, Zack crept towards the main hall T-junction. To the right were the main offices, and one creature was stumbling in circles near the main doors. To the left, down the long hallway at the south end of the main hall three more zombies roamed and beyond them was the doorway they had first come into the school. Zack crept back and relayed the information.
"We need a bigger vehicle." Frank said. "One we all can ride in and make it easier to defend ourselves."
"What about those school buses?" Zack asked.
"Good idea." Frank piped up. "There were three of them out by the driving range. We can pile into the wagon and drive over there. I can hot-wire the bus and we can get the hell out of here."
"A bus will plow through those deadfucks like bowling pins." Matt said.
"Lets move." Zack said. They charged down the hall, killing the three creatures long before they reached them. Matt reached the door first and peered out the windows, being careful not to be seen by the creatures outside.
And there were creatures aplenty. The nearest was several feet from the doors, but just a few steps from the station wagon and 4x4, which still sat undisturbed where they had parked them.
"OK, now remember the plan! No matter what happens!" Zack said. The plan had been formulated during the three days of tranquil boredom. The plan was simple. Reach Rainbow Lake, where there was refuge at their friends cabin. They had told Frank and his family how to find the lake and exact directions to the cabin just incase they became separated. In that event, Rainbow Lake was to be where they regrouped with one another. Matt flung the door open, stepping out into full view, attracting the attention of every zombie within two hundred feet. Zack and Frank joined him out on the concrete landing, and they began blasting away at the creatures near the vehicles. Over a dozen zombies went down in a hail of bullets and they moved towards the station wagon.
Frank unlocked the drivers door with shaky hands as Matt and Zack killed the few straggling zombies that wandered towards them. Once everyone had piled into the wagon, (and it was quite a tight fit) Frank had them rolling across the lot. When they reached the row of yellow buses, Zack was out of the wagon before it even stopped rolling. The nearest zombies were at least one hundred feet away, but steadily advancing. Matt kept watch while the Young's pulled their luggage and food from the back of the wagon. Zack tried the door of the bus.
"Its
"I think it's just about time to leave this place." Frank said. He felt her hand tighten, and he could sense her about to protest, but he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and she remained silent.
"I don't know if I can face those things again."
"Sharon you've got to be strong now." Frank's voice was low, but there was no masking the seriousness. "You've got to. All of our lives depend on us looking out for one another. This is no time for weakness. I know it's hard, but you've got to stay strong." He hugged his wife tight, trying to feel the strength he portrayed.
"Load up with cans of food." Zack said. "Who knows when we'll see another chance to resupply?"
In the feeble light provided by the flashlight, they loaded their packs with spare cans of Spam, soup and pork and beans. Frank had been smart enough to bring a trio of canteens and he filled them with fresh water from one of the barrels. With that accomplished, they gathered their weapons, and left the safety of the bomb shelter, into the lurking danger of the school above…
Zack opened the storage room door a crack and peered out into the dark hallway. At the west end daylight poured in from the doors on the south wall, the hallway was quiet as a tomb and just as empty.
"The coast is clear." he whispered, and emerged into the hallway. As everyone moved into the hallway, Zack crept towards the main hall T-junction. To the right were the main offices, and one creature was stumbling in circles near the main doors. To the left, down the long hallway at the south end of the main hall three more zombies roamed and beyond them was the doorway they had first come into the school. Zack crept back and relayed the information.
"We need a bigger vehicle." Frank said. "One we all can ride in and make it easier to defend ourselves."
"What about those school buses?" Zack asked.
"Good idea." Frank piped up. "There were three of them out by the driving range. We can pile into the wagon and drive over there. I can hot-wire the bus and we can get the hell out of here."
"A bus will plow through those deadfucks like bowling pins." Matt said.
"Lets move." Zack said. They charged down the hall, killing the three creatures long before they reached them. Matt reached the door first and peered out the windows, being careful not to be seen by the creatures outside.
And there were creatures aplenty. The nearest was several feet from the doors, but just a few steps from the station wagon and 4x4, which still sat undisturbed where they had parked them.
"OK, now remember the plan! No matter what happens!" Zack said. The plan had been formulated during the three days of tranquil boredom. The plan was simple. Reach Rainbow Lake, where there was refuge at their friends cabin. They had told Frank and his family how to find the lake and exact directions to the cabin just incase they became separated. In that event, Rainbow Lake was to be where they regrouped with one another. Matt flung the door open, stepping out into full view, attracting the attention of every zombie within two hundred feet. Zack and Frank joined him out on the concrete landing, and they began blasting away at the creatures near the vehicles. Over a dozen zombies went down in a hail of bullets and they moved towards the station wagon.
Frank unlocked the drivers door with shaky hands as Matt and Zack killed the few straggling zombies that wandered towards them. Once everyone had piled into the wagon, (and it was quite a tight fit) Frank had them rolling across the lot. When they reached the row of yellow buses, Zack was out of the wagon before it even stopped rolling. The nearest zombies were at least one hundred feet away, but steadily advancing. Matt kept watch while the Young's pulled their luggage and food from the back of the wagon. Zack tried the door of the bus.
"Its
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