When The Light Goes Out by Jack Thompson Read Free Book Online Page B

you ! What is your problem man?! I mean Jesus . I'm just trying to strike polite conversation. Does that bother you? Are you completely friggen immune to these things? Are you not scared? You're covered with friggen blood, you ass. The least you could do is try to be polite!"
     
    "Be polite by shutting your mouth."
     
    I didn't respond to that. I just stopped moving, and stared at the boy, opened mouthed, in front of the stairwell. I couldn't believe what he'd said. If that wasn't just the worst attitude I'd ever been faced with and I just wanted to pop him in the teeth. But I didn't. Instead I ripped open the door to the stairs, and jogged up them as quickly as I could, not even thinking about what may be standing just around the corner. Just beyond the next door.
     
    Stupid idea really. Retarded idea.
    The moment I opened the door at the second floor landing, I was greeted by a series of moans that made my skin crawl. Really focusing on the world around me revealed four ghouls. Leaning there. Limping there. Crawling there. Only one of them was standing like a regular human, remaining without any visible wounds. One thought that he got the disease without getting bitten.
     
    Meanwhile there was one with what looked to be a broken leg, if the pink stained white bone sticking from its leg said anything reaching a torn arm toward me, but not moving. There was another one that only looked to have a broken ankle or so, and was steadily shufflelimping to me. The final one just didn't have any legs. Whether they'd been torn off, or eaten was beyond me. But she.. he.. I couldn't tell was dragging itself over to me by its arms.
     
    I nearly screamed.
     
    I got thrown out of the way. A series of shots rang out.
    I looked up to the sight of Malachi, the attitude whipping boy standing there, both arms fully extended with their respective guns. I was happy he was there, but at the same time the way his lips were smugly pursed into a line pissed me off. He looked completely calm, however lost in thought, as he lowered the guns to quickly reload. That wasn't how he was suppose to look.
     
    It wasn't.
     
    When the last zombie dropped or effectively stopped all movement he looked down at me. Raising an eyebrow as if to taunt me. As if to ask me, "So? What do you say?" As if
    I'd thank him. Jackass that he was being. I couldn't care less what the situation was, he should have at least tried to be nice. Jeeze.
    "Good aim." Was the only comment I allowed myself to give, before I pushed myself up, and carefully sidestepped the carcasses. It took me a moment to remember which way
    "234" was, but eventually I was moving quite quickly in that direction. Malachi moving steadily behind me. Guns still out, every time I looked back at him.
     
    I felt like a fool when I almost walked past the room in question, but apparently the boy was looking for the number even harder then I was. His hand gripped my shoulder, and yanked me back a little more violently then (I hoped) he wanted to. But I couldn't be sure while looking at the disinterested expression.
     
    Ass.
     
    But I needed to go with him anyway. The door.
    I shivered when I gripped the handle.
     
    The chemistry room was silent. Eerie silent. Horror movie silent. This room I was cautious going into, as there were many places for the man-eaters to hide. Under the tables, which you couldn't see under from the front or sides. In the closets, given they could get the doors open. Too many damn places to count. Too many to think about consider. So I looked around, stepped in sideways with my back to the front wall and held the door for him.
     
    Ungrateful bastard.
     
    I didn't even get a grunt for my efforts.
     
    He didn't even look around the room before he walked to the side wall, and turned both faucets. Setting the water pressure to full strength. He didn't even look at me as he pulled off his shirt, dropping it in the middle of the sink before moving to wash his arms first.
     
    He had a