Michael screamed. Thin boney fingers dug into his left arm. Jacob prepared to swing the bat but stopped, afraid to strike Michael. The zombie dug it’s long, sharp nails further into Micheal’s arm. Michael twisted. He grasp the bone-like hand with his right hand and pulled. Pain radiated up his arm and into his shoulder. The nails tore large cuts into his forearm as the muscles in zombie’s hand stretched. The second zombie pushed forward and reached toward Michael. Jacob swung. He struck the zombie and the zombie collapsed.
“Jacob, she has my legs,” Michael shouted as he looked down. Barbara, her face unrecognizable had a hold of his right leg.
“Get her off my leg!!”
”She’s not on your leg. She is dead,” Jacob shot back. Barbara lay in a pool of a thick, dark goo. “She’s not moving.”
Michael pulled the thin fingers from his forearm. He retrieved the bat from the floor and pressed the larger end against the zombie’s chest. He pushed the zombie backward and jerked his ankle from Barbara’s perceived grasp. Jacob grabbed Barbara’s blood soaked dress and pulled her away.
“Michael, your losing it,” Jacob stated. “Seriously thought I would be having the problems in this house.”
The two remaining zombies stepped forward. The couch slid upon the floor. Michael and Jacob stepped back toward a bedroom. More zombies filed in through the back door.
“Michael calm down,” Jacob said. “It’s fine.”
”It’s not fine! This is NOT fine!”
“Take a breath… Barbara is dead. We have to figure out how to get out of this.”
“I felt her grab my ankles! We have to get out of this house,” Michael said while scanning the front room.
Four additional zombies had entered the house behind the two the were still roaming behind the leather divider that was a couch. The front door was on the other side of the room and the kitchen was a no go area. Behind the two men was the main bedroom. A large queen-sized bed sat in the center of the room. A window in the front wall and a closet against the wall right in front of them.
”Maybe, we should hide in the closet.” Michael smiled.
“Dude, not that. Not now. Let’s block this doorway,” Jacob replied.
Both men lifted the large queen mattress from the bed and stuffed it into the doorway.
“Why did you not add a door to your bedroom,” Michael asked.
“We have no kids. We don’t need it.” Jacob replied.
“Until I showed up and saw you two doing the nasty.” Michael laughed. His forearm painted in blood. The men flipped up the frame and pushed it against the doorway. Jacob grabbed a towel from the closet in the right rear of the room and attempted to hand it to Michael.
Michael stood with his back against the mattress and frame. Behind the bedding blockade were three zombies attempting to climb the flimsy wall of fabric and wood.
Jacob tossed the towel at Michael and stood beside him.
“Wrap that up the best you can. When we get out of here I will make you a proper dressing,” Jacob instructed.
“Ah, my brother the medic. It’s been ten years since you left the Army. You think you can still do a proper dressing?” Michael asked.
“Better than you.”
From above Michael’s head a thin, rotten hand reached up and over the wall. It ran its black goo covered hand over the side of Michael’s face. Michael stepped forward, turned and growled. “I am so tired of you monsters touching me! Stop touching me!”
The wall built from bedding began to fall forward. The zombies that managed to climb the mattress tumbled into the room. Jacob stood with his back to the bed frame. He glared at Michael. Michael attempted to readjust the wall but the damage was done and a pair of zombie began to claw their way into the room from the floor.
“There are two more out there!” Jacob screamed.
“It will not matter, if these two take us out,” Michael replied while wrestling with the bed frame to keep the other pair out. He watched the room as one of the two zombies cleared his head and stared forward. A simple sniff of the air alerted the zombie to the men’s presence and it started to move forward. The other zombie followed soon after.
Michael found the bat and held it, larger end farthest away. The zombie stepped forward. Stopped after meeting the resistance created by the bat then continued forward. The thin skin of the monster tore and gore began to cover the bat. The other zombie moved around to the left of the first one. The other zombies attempted to push through the mattress wall.