Wild Strawberry: Book 3 Ascent by Trevor Donnelly Read Free Book Online

moment, almost comic but for the horror, the zombie twisted round, club still attached, swinging wildly in the air.  The handle of the club struck Tina squarely on the forehead.
                  Will left his car, vaulted over another car bonnet, heart pounding, ready to join in the fray.
                  Tina dropped to the ground, floored by the blow to her head.
                  The zombie followed her down, clawing at her face.
                  Leaping after it, Will grabbed hold of the club.  His palms smarted as he made contact.
                  Using the zombie’s momentum to his advantage, Will gripped the club, changed its direction and smashed the monster’s face into the concrete of the car park.
                  Once down, the club finally came free with a sickening, sucking sound, and Will almost toppled over; he staggered and bumped his nose into a parked car.  He yelled and cursed, as he tried to shake off the tears that had instantly formed in his eyes.
                  Unabated, the creature scrabbled around on the floor.
                  As it turned its head Will saw with horror that its nose had been completely squashed flat: a bloody, pulpy mess on its face.  Will felt as if his own nose was in a similar state.
                  The creature grabbed Will’s foot and bit into his shoe.
                  The shoe leather stopped teeth reaching his skin, but it felt as though his foot was in a vice.
                  Will used his free foot to stamp on the hideous mangled head with all his weight.  He felt a satisfying crack, but still the creature gripped his shoe, and scratched at his leg.
                  While this drama had been unfolding Arlene had been trying to hotwire a white minivan.  Her shaking fingers were getting nowhere.
                  Danniella had more luck trying to start her car: she yelped in triumph as the engine came to life.
                  It was an old estate car.  She had wanted to go for a van or people carrier, but Will insisted that old cars were much easier to hotwire.
                  Leaving the engine purring Danniella leapt out of the driving seat to help the others.
                  As she did so she noticed over a hundred zombies lumbering towards them, about fifty metres off.
                  Even in her panic she was aware that the freeze had affected their motor skills: their limbs looked stiff, their run ungainly; it may have slowed them down, but it would not make them any less deadly up close.
                  The shelter of the car, however, had been warm enough to make the creature wrestling with Will and Tina as lively as a fresh zombie on heat.
                  Danniella wielded her own sharpened bedpost and stuck the end into the skull just below the ear.
                  “You’ve got to the fuck out of here: they’re coming!”
                  Will staggered to his feet, wiped his eyes and caught sight of the shambling horde.  He yelled “Run!”
                  The creatures had reached the end of the car park.  Their bodies were glistening with frost, their limbs stiff and clumsy, but by weight of numbers they pushed, climbed and squeezed in between the cars like an unstoppable tide.
                  Danniella rammed her post deeper into the monster’s skull, and tried to stir its brains.
                  After a few moments of this punishment the creature stopped moving, and Danniella pulled her stick, stained grey-red and stinking from its brains.
                  They clambered into the car.  Will paused at the door to the driving seat and looked in. It was already occupied by Danniella.  He shook his head, bringing a fresh wave of pain to his bleeding nose, and