Vaccination by Phillip Tomasso Read Free Book Online

Guns might be inside that locker, but we had no way at them.
    “I have to check on my family,” Nolan said. He’s in his locker, grabbing his cell phone, dialing. “No one’s answering.”
    Maar disappeared. I heard another locker open.
    “Come with me to the women’s lockers?” Allison snaked her arm through mine. She shivered. “Please? Will you come with me to my locker?”
    “I have to get to my family.” Nolan put on his coat. One hand had his cell. The other, car keys. “I’m sorry. I have to.”
    “We should stay together.” I wasn’t going to beg. I didn’t think anyone would listen. Not anymore.
    I heard the bathroom door open. “Maar! Maar!”
    Nothing. He must have taken off!
    “Let’s get your stuff, quick,” Nolan said to Allison, and zipped up his coat.
    I looked at Jimmy’s locker, then at Allison, deflated. “Okay. Let’s hurry!”
    I got my cell, followed them out of the men’s room, and into the women’s. They were stopped inside.
    Barb leaned against the sink counter. The faucet running. Her messy dark hair was perfect for framing a face full of clown-like smeared make-up. “I don’t feel well.”
    “Get your stuff, Alley,” I said. “What doesn’t feel good, Barb?”
    “My stomach.”
    “Go Allison. Get your stuff,” I ordered. “Now.”
    She moved, ran to her locker.
    Barb stood up straight. Like Bradley-Phillips, she drooled. Blood drop tears dripped from bloodshot eyes. Her nose twitched. Lips quivered.
    When she grunts, I’m running!
    “Allison!” I yelled.
    “I gotta get out of here,” Nolan said.
    I grabbed his arm. He shrugged it off, stepped back and banged back out through the door.
    Son of a bitching chickenshit!
    Allison is stuck. Barb stood between us. Pupils milky-white and glazed over. Shit. From stomachache to zombie after seconds? That quick? That was un-fucking-fair, forget simply unbelievable!
    “What do I do?” Allison asked.
    Barb was all of four-foot-eleven. If that.
    “Get ready, Alley,” I said. I counted inside my head. One. Two...
    I pivoted, raised my leg, and kicked.
    The flat of my foot planted solidly across Barb’s face. She fell backward, through a stall door. I saw Barb’s smashed nose and missing front tooth as she landed on the toilet.
    Allison didn’t need to be told to run this time.
    We fled the restroom and the facility and headed for the parking lot.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    “Where’s Nolan?” Allison asked.
    I saw a car wait as the gated fence slid open. A car drove out-- Nolan . And zombie-monsters sauntered in. He let more of those fucking things into the secured parking lot!
    “Run,” I said.
    At the parking lot, she went left. I turned right. “This way!”
    “My car?”
    “We’ll take mine,” I said. I didn’t want us separated.
    We get to my car. I click the fob to unlock the doors. Climbed in. Locked it.
    I started the engine just as a zombie stepped in front of us. Without a second thought, I put it in second, and gave it gas. My car lunged forward and over the monster. I pulled up to the gate. Waited for it to slide open slowly, as I looked in the rear view.
    Maar must have made it out, too. I was pissed he just took off, but hoped he was safe just the same.
    I had the attention of the zombies roaming about inside the fence-confined parking lot.
    They came our way.
    Only these two were fast. Not slow and sluggish like I’d seen inside 9-1-1.
    Hunger drove them.
    And right now, Allison and I were the only visible meal.
    The gate’s mouth is open just wide enough for me to maneuver the car through. So I accelerated, smashing off the side mirror.
    “Where are we going?”
    “My ex-wife’s. I want my kids.”
    She didn’t ask. But we’re both thinking it. My ex is just not going to hand over my kids. Thing is, I don’t give a shit if Julie does or not. I’m taking them. That simple. She and the geriatric boyfriend of hers, Douglas or Donald, or whatever, won’t be able to protect my