Neil (© William Estes) This contribution is part of a series:- 1. Trisha (24-Jul-2008)
| An overprotected young woman finds a way to survive when her workplace is attacked. | 2. Neil (15-Jan-2009)
| Continues where my last story ended, but it is separate, as the title character tries to survive. Set in the time between what you would consider Night of the Living Dead and Dawn of the Dead taking place. |
Page 1 Neil let it out. Between his urine and his Ipod he
couldn’t hear anything. He relaxed in the University restroom. He leaned his
head back and looked around. That was when he saw him. The person as people
called him. Looked at him. It was it had barely any damage. At a distance most
people wouldn’t not think twice about him. The person moved at Neil. He reached
for his service revolver as he backed away. The person walked at him as he
reached the back stall. Neil stepped back and shut the door as the person
clawed at him. It beat the door with their fists as they tried to get in. Neil
pulled out his revolver as the person hit the door. He cocked the hammer and
pointed at the door. The beating stopped. The person knelt down and looked
under the door. Neil stepped back. Arms grabbed at his ankles. Neil stepped up
onto the toilet. The person still reached for him before trying to
crawl under the door. He watched as the person bumped its way under the door.
Neil couldn’t help but blame one person for letting it through. The head of the
person came under the door. Neil stomped him in the head. That only seemed to
antagonize it. Seeing his best option Neil stepped on the person’s
neck. They struggled as he put his pistol near their head. He fired and the
arms stopped moving. Neil stepped out of the stall and finished urinating.
Then he zipped up. "What the fuck is going on?" he asked as he stepped
out of the restroom. He could see the other officers fighting off more
attackers. The man he had guard the door was beating a person in the arms with
his nightstick. "You’re fucking pathetic," he said to the officer.
Neil pulled out his pistol and shot the attacker in the head. "Sorry, they just came up upon us," said the officer. "That’s no excuse for such lack of discipline," said
Neil. "You should have held your ground and fought them off." "I’m sorry sir," said the man. Neil ignored him as he walked to an officer fighting
another attacker. He grabbed the attacker’s arm and pulled out his handcuffs.
Neil attached one man’s arm to a railing. The attacker looked back at him and
bit at him. The person’s hand scratched the top for his hand. "For god’s sake someone start shooting these
bastards," he told them. He walked away and shot an attacker in the head. "Thanks, that zombie would have gotten me," said the
fat Hispanic cop. "Shut up," he said. Neil looked around to see more of
the undead coming out of building. "Let’s go. We’ve failed." Their job was to check the college for survivors
after the outbreak or whatever people called it. Neil believed it was just some
disease that caused insanity like Mad Cow. They attacked people and had to be
killed to protect others. Neil didn’t believe they were dead even after he had
emptied an entire clip into one’s chest. It had been weeks since the situation had begun. No
one called it a crisis or national emergency. Reports of similar events came
from all around the globe. People figured that it started out of Chicago when a
ship came in with everyone dead on it. "Let’s get out of here," said Neil. "What about the civilians?" asked an officer. "What about them?" asked Neil. He walked to his car.
Several of the dead approached him. He held out his pistol to the face of the
closest of them. They showed no fear. One reached for him. Neil shot him in the
mouth. "What should we do?" asked the rookie officer. "I don’t know. Shot them or get to your vehicles,"
said Neil. He opened his door and stepped into his cruiser. An infected person
hit against his window. Neil slowly rolled it down and fired a round into the
person’s mouth. They dropped. He rolled up his window and started his car. He backed up his car. Several of the dead were
knocked down. He knew he ran over one’s legs. A few of the officers were
getting into their cars. He backed out of the lot and into the street. [ Continue to page 2 ] |