The beginnings of a trap emerge. The room constricted as a pair of zombies approached. One on the right and the other near the center of the room. The two remaining zombies negotiated a pile of bedding in the doorway.
“Bust the window!” Jacob shouted.
“No way, it will attract more from outside. We will never make it through without being mauled,” Michael replied.
Michael peered out the window, into the darkness.
“I can’t see a damn thing.”
“Smash it!” Jacob insisted. He approached the zombie in the center of the room with the bat. He swung and struck the creature in the chest. It heaved a breath. It stumbled, stood for a moment then continued forward. Jacob swung a second time hitting the creature’s shoulder. The bat fell. Jacob’s hands shook.
Michael tapped the window with his own bat putting a small hole in the center of the lower pain. A second tap shattered the rest of the glass. Michael pushed out the outside screen and stuck his head out the window. A pair of arms wrapped themself around Michael’s waist and he took in a panicked breath. Pulled from the window Michael turned and shoved Jacob into the opposite wall. Jacob tumbled into the wall, stuck it and slide to the floor.
“Dude.. no!” Michael warned.
Jacob gasp then replied, “Ass… look.”
Michael turned to find a pair of swollen hands grabbing at the meal that was in the window for a moment.
“Damn…” Michael grumbled. “Frickn monsters. Five years Jacob! We have been in this crap five years. Monster invasion in New York City and now were are all in the soup. Brother…”. He said to Jacob. “We are done.”
Micheal squared up in front of a zombie. He swung at his face and stuck the zombie. It’s face twisted, the zombie didn’t hesitate and stepped forward.
Jacob stood and prepared to attack the other zombie but his bat lay on the floor beside the creature.
Michael swung again and his zombie fell. He banged the gore-covered bat on the floor. Moved to face zombie two, Michael swung and the bat became twisted in the rubbery arms of the reaching zombie. Michael watched the bat cartwheel into the wall. The zombie’s arms fell to its side at the elbow. It moved forward as if it hadn’t just walked into an aluminum fan.
“What the hell, dude?” Jacob grumbled.
“Hey, you did it first.”
“We go melee,” Michael said as his took a boxer stance.
“Like your cleric… what was it’s name Wisconsin. Remember that melee?” Jacob asked.
“This is not a remember D&D moment Jacob!” Michael warned, paused then laughed.
“Wisconsin was a good character name.”
Both men laughed then stood firm waiting for the inevitable.
Neither knew how to fight outside of an occasional scuffle. They managed to scrap out some life within the City of Monsters.