The Adventures of Steve and Terry: The Zombie Chronicles by Mark de Jong Read Free Book Online

shrug. “Fair enough.”
    The group had their guns trained,
but they couldn’t see the creature. Suddenly the brown blur darted out from
under a desk. The group opened up, tearing the desk to pieces and shattering
the tiles in the floor, but whatever it was, it was too fast and they hit
nothing. The creature darted out from the bank of dog cages and wove between
the groups legs. The mercenary who had already been bitten on the hand went
down with a cry, but the creature was gone before doing any real damage.
    “Rollins, you okay, man?” Collins
asked.
    “Damn thing bit my ankle,” Rollins
said, getting to his feet.
    “What the hell is it?” Steve
asked, his axe ready to strike.
    “Don’t know,” Angela said. “The
thing is damn fast, haven’t gotten a good look at it.”
    The creature came out again,
darting between feet with impossible speed. The group opened up. Terry, in his
attempt to kill the thing, tracked it across the floor, his bullets only a step
behind it. The creature ran between Rollins’s legs and before Terry could let
off the trigger a bullet struck Rollins in the calf. The an went down with a
cry.
    “Sorry, sorry, my bad,” Terry
said.
    “You ass!” Rollins roared, getting
to his feet, favoring one leg.
    Just then a small little growl
echoed throughout the room. It was coming from behind the counter. The whole
group leveled their weapons and waited. A small Chihuahua suddenly appeared
from behind the counter.
    “Seriously?” Steve asked with a
laugh. “That’s it?” The Chihuahua launched itself at Steve with supernatural
speed. “Holy effing wow!” the pudgy man cried, dropping to the ground, the
small dog sailing harmlessly overhead.
    The group opened up, but the
Chihuahua was everywhere and nowhere. A ghost, a shadow, it attacked from
hidden corners, from under objects, from between impossibly small spaces.
Everyone used all the ammo from their submachine guns and had to pull their
side arms. They heard a small growl and looked up just as the little dog
launched itself off the top of the dog cages. Angela leveled her gun and fired,
catching the Chihuahua in the chest and knocking it clean across the room to
hit a window with a crack before falling to the floor. As it started to get up
Steve took a flying leap with his axe, landing hard, face down, but also
managing to cut the small dog in half. The front half of the Chihuahua started
to crawl away, but Steve climbed to his feet and chopped down with his axe over
and over and over, swearing and cursing under his breath the whole time. Almost
a minute later he quit chopping, covered in blood and gore and breathing
heavily. The whole group was staring at him slack jawed.
    “What?” he asked, breathing
heavily. “I hate Chihuahuas, okay.”
    “We need to keep moving,” Angela
said.
    The group left the dog cages
behind. All of the main areas were flooded with zombies, and the group was
constantly forced to take side hallways, never getting closer to the exit.
    “We need a new plan,” Angela said.
    “We had better do it fast, too,”
Collins said.
    “Why?”
    “The security entrance that we
came through is time locked. The door is set to shut and lockdown permanently
in one hour.”
    “Why didn’t you tell us about this
earlier?!”
    “I didn’t want to worry anyone.”
    “Idiot,” Angela said with disgust.
She then looked to the ceiling. “I think we can get into the ventilation
system. We can follow it around all the zombies and get to that door.”
    “That’s actually a really good
idea,” Collins said.
    It took almost ten minutes, but
the group found access to the ducts. They used a desk and stacked chairs to get
inside. The ducts flexed dangerously under the weight of Steve and Terry.
    “I’m suddenly not liking this plan
so much,” Steve said.
    “It’s our only option,” Angela
said.
    They made their way through the
ducts for half an hour, finally stopping to rest. Rollins wasn’t looking to
good. The