Tiredness Kills - A Zombie Tale by Unknown Read Free Book Online

all
had to turn away from the hatch in the roof- and their one real hope of
freedom. They headed downstairs in single file, whispering instructions and
encouragement to each other. Jon had offered everyone the advice of making
their way downstairs to Stores which was deep in the bowels of the building and
which contained pretty much everything that was needed for survival.
      Using Kelly's thick black eyeliner that she
kept in her bra, Josh had scribbled a basic map onto Scott's arm that would
give Ant and Scott at least some idea where to head if they lost sight of the
others. He also included the much -needed door lock codes that could mean the
very difference between life and death.

 
    No zombies had ventured
through the heavy fire doors that separated the stairwell from the supermarket.
Ant was the first to peer through one of the long, thin panels of glass in one
of the doors, and that gave a glimpse into the awful happenings on the shop
floor. The Power Ranger was still handing out his own form of punishment to the
undead- although he appeared to be moving a tad slower than when they had
previously seen him. He motioned Scott to look through the other glass panel
and as Scott watched the amazing mop stick warrior, he too noted a slowing down
of the biker's movements, and what looked to be a tear in his leather armoury.

 
    “God, I hope he makes it
through!” whispered Scott to himself.   Leaving a fellow biker behind meant going against his own moral code.

 
      Sensing Scott's torment, Ant reminded him of Number
Three of their own devised set of apocalyptic rules: “Ignore all cries for help
from other humans. Don't even look at them. If they are wearing blood then it
is already too late.”

 
    “Ye, ye I know,” replied
Scott, “Right, let's do this!”

 
    The sixsome readied themselves behind the door. Again they whispered plans and
encouragement to each other, reiterating and instilling the belief that they
would all make it safely to the large storing area down below.

 
    “We will always know where
you are mate,” Kelly whispered, addressing Scott. “That's how overpowering your
choice of after shave is!”

 
      This created a small ripple of nervous
laughter among them, before Jordan cut in “Right, on three!”

 
    The counts of 'one' and 'two'
passed in a blur as all ears waited for that all important 'three'.   When it came, the five men and one little
lady burst through the fire doors, brandishing weapons that they could only
hope would get them through this weird and crazy battle.

 
    Thankfully, the chilled
aisles were clear as the leathered assassin was still attracting attention of
the most unpleasant kind.   For how much
longer though remained uncertain, as his mop swinging was becoming less and
less effective.

 
    Shuffling along, low and
silently, they reached the end of the aisle and from here they could see out
onto the concourse, the main area of the food hall, and seating area. The scene
that played out before their eyes was horrifying!   If this was a battle then this was most
definitely the battle field.

 
      The floor, which had previously been covered
with high-end beige tiles, was now reddy /brown and
smudgy in some places; but in others there were pools, several inches deep and
made up of slightly- clotting bright red blood. Some of these pools contained
limbs and other external body parts; others contained half- chewed internal
organs. If there had been any more remnants of breakfast in any of our six
known survivors, then it would have been showing itself right about now.
Instead, a bit of dry heaving was all that was managed.

 
      However, what was truly the most disturbing
thing to witness was the complete and utter breakdown of humanity. From where
they were, they watched as a young teenage girl who had been fleeing from a mob
of crazy- eyed shuffling monsters and was desperately searching for somewhere
to hide, had slipped over in a deep