This is my current project entitled 'Dead Moon'. It takes places after the zombie pandemic has hit and my little group of adventurers is gearing up to head out...
“Find us a way out kid?”
“Maybe,”
Seph said, “If you two can make it to the building next door, then we can get
to that old truck I shut off earlier.”
“How
wide is the gap between the buildings?” Dean asked, putting the spare magazine
in a cargo pocket before slipping a leather vest on over his shirt. He stuck his fob watch with the compass on
the inner lid into a small pocket of the vest and attached the chain to one of
the button holes.
“Fifteen
feet?” Wu guessed finally picking a book, The Borrible Trilogy, putting it in
his backpack.
Dean
shouldered his rucksack with a grunt and an immediate scream from the muscles
in his lower back. “Seph we can't jump that.”
“What
about a makeshift bridge?” The gargoyle suggested. “We need to make this work
because I couldn't see any other way, unless you want to fight our way out.”
Wu
blanched at the idea of trying to wade through a horde of zombies. “I vote we try to bridge it.”
“How?”
“We
could use my Uncles ladder," Wu said slipping his arms through the shoulder
straps of his pack, the Odachi securely fixed to the side of it with several
long strips of duct tape. "The
ceiling in the restaurant is pretty high, I use it to change the bulbs in the
light fixtures.”
“How
tall is the ladder and where is it?” Dean asked.
“It
extends to twenty-four feet, and it's in that storage closet next to the
kitchen.”
“Sounds
like a plan, let's get going.”
They all
turned to face the door, but no one moved so much as a step toward it.
“Nothing
is ever going to be the same, is it?” Seph said.
Dean
shook his head. “No Sephiroth. It won't.”
“I
cannot believe how scared I am right now,” Wu said. “I may actually piss myself.”
“Right
there with you,” Dean said, nodding slowly in sympathy.
Wu gripped
the cleaver so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Are we really going out there?”
Seph
walked over and lay a hand on Wu's leg.
“If we stay we die.”
Dean
stared at the door, his imagination working overtime to show him the myriad of
bloody ways this could end. A war for
survival had been dropped on his head, and he felt the weight of it pressing
down onto his shoulders. He glanced over
at Seph trying to comfort Wu. Dean knew
the kid had to be as scared as he was.
But Seph needed him, so did Wu.
Needed him to be strong and do whatever necessary to get them through
this. His own fear was irrelevant.
Dean
straightened his back against the new weight that had settled there, then
walked to the door and opened it. “We
need to move. Seph you’re in front. Wu your next, I'll take the rear.
Seph nodded, and followed by Wu they
moved through the door, which Dean closed behind them. With the power out the hallway was black as
pitch. Dean slipped the small flashlight
out of the pouch on his belt and handed it to Wu. “Keep it pointed down. If you have to raise it, don't flash it
around,” He whispered. Wu nodded
nervously.
As they
made their way down to the second level, Dean caught himself sniffing the
air. After having spent time as a wolf
his human faculties seemed dulled to the point of barely functioning. When shifting regularly he retained a measure
of the heightened senses granted him as a wolf, and while nowhere near as
sensitive or sharp as they were in his other skin, they were far superior to
those of a human. Since having turned
his back on that for so long all his abilities had atrophied. It left him uncomfortable having to rely on
anyone's senses but his own. Dean made
sure to keep a watchful eye on Seph.
Those huge ears of his were just as good as any wolf, and while his
olfactories were not as keen, they were far superior to his own at the moment.
Dean
slid the Glock into the paddle holster on his left side, drawing the khukuri
with his opposite hand, as they passed through the double-doors leading into
the restaurant. There was no point in
bringing more trouble down on their heads with gunfire. In the main dining room chairs were scattered
everywhere, tables knocked over; broken flatware and bent utensils reflected
the crimson light. Spilled food filled
the air with a heady mixture of spices and fried noodles.
Weaving their way through the
minefield of shattered ceramic cups and teapots, they arrived at the supply
closet off to the right of the kitchen.
Grabbing the keys from his pocket, Wu unlocked the door and opened it,
shining the light around inside. After
hooking the crowbar into a belt loop and handing the flashlight back to Dean,
Wu reach in and lifted the ladder, pulling it off hooks embedded in the wall.
Carrying it horizontally across his body he turned to walk out.
The only
warning Dean got was a widening of Wu's eyes before something crashed into him
from behind, driving him to the ground.
The weight of the pack driving the breath from his lungs when hit the
floor. Seph was on the zombie in a
flash, the impact of his once again hardened body sounding like a bowling ball
colliding with a side of raw beef. Dean
got to his feet wheezing, trying to catch his breath, when he saw Wu charge at
him the ladder held like a battering ram.
Clipping his upper arm with the ladder as he passed, Wu hit the second
zombie reaching for Dean in the chest, knocking it to the ground.
Shoving
the ladder away Dean jumped onto the zombie, one knee on its stomach the other
pinning its left arm, and raised the khukuri.
Aiming for the neck, he brought it down, but the zombie's still
struggling right arm threw the blow askew; the blade instead biting deep into
the collarbone. Pulling the khukuri free
Dean slashed to his left, severing the arm just above the elbow, before
swinging back to the right slicing through the zombie’s neck.
Coughing
as he stood, Dean put a hand over his mouth trying to suppress the noise.
“You
okay?” Wu asked, still holding the ladder.
Dean
nodded, furious with himself for letting two zombies sneak up on them, and
checked the flashlight for damage before shining the red light around the
restaurant. “Seph?”
“All
clear,” the gargoyle said, hopping up from behind a table with a handful of
napkins that he began cleaning himself with.
Dean
brought the light to his attacker and let out a soft whistle. “No wonder we didn't hear it.”
Wu set
the ladder down and joined him. “Damn.”
The
decapitated zombies' chest was gone, white rib fragments poking up out of the meat
like skeletal fingers, a glistening, open cavity where the lungs and heart once
sat. Seph joined them, perched on the
back of one of the few chairs still upright.
“The other is pretty much the same, only from the back.”
“Why
didn't you hear them coming up on us?” Wu asked nudging the severed head with
the toe of his shoe.
“I was
focused on what you guys were doing,” Seph said guiltily.
Dean’s
frown deepened in irritation. “We need
to do better. From now on someone is
always looking behind. Damn things can come out of nowhere.” Grabbing a table
cloth off the ground he wiped down the blade.
“Wu quit playing with that and grab the la-”
“Jesus!”
Wu shouted, jumping back with his right leg swinging frantically back and
forth, startling Dean and Seph.
“What
the hell is wrong with you?!” Dean hissed.
“Dude
get it off!” Wu whispered frantically.
Dean's
amber eyes widened when he lit Wu's foot and saw the zombie's head there, the
teeth locked onto the end of his shoe.
Wu slipped in puddle of spilled won ton soup and fell, landing on his
back.
Raising his foot Dean stomped onto the lower jaw twice,
crushing it. Wu scrambled backward on
his butt until his back hit one of the tables.
“Dude, what the fuck!? How can a
severed head still do that?”
Grabbing
the head by its matted hair, Dean raised it until they were face to face.
The eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made Dean
pull his own head back, the things tongue wiggling at him like a bloody eel.
“Frell
me sideways,” Dean breathed in horrified awe.
“It really is destroy the brain or nothing.”
Dean
held the head out so Seph and Wu, who was pulling off his shoe to check his
foot, could see.
“Oh
that's just creepy,” Seph said, frowning.
He weaved back and forth slightly, the eyes following him. “How can it still bite?”
“The
muscles to close the jaw are mostly here,” He pointed to the underside of the
jaw. “Bet it wouldn't be able to open
its mouth again. Those muscles are
mostly in the neck,” Dean drop-kicked the head through the kitchen door then
put the light on Wu's foot. “Did it
break the skin?” he asked.
Wu poked
at his foot just above his toes and winced.
“Just bruised the hell out of them,” he said; relief heavy in his voice.
“We need
to get you some boots A.S.A.P. Those
sneakers aren't gonna protect you from a damn thing.”
Wu
nodded, pulling his sock and shoe back on.
“No argument here.”
Dean held
out his hand and grasping Wu‘s forearm pulled him up. “Get the ladder and let's get the hell out of
here. Seph, direct Wu since I'll have
the light.”
“Werd,” Seph
said climbing onto Wu's shoulder.
Dean
held the door for Wu, then fell in behind him.
They quickly made their way back up to the third floor and out onto the
roof. Wu came to a sudden stop as he
passed out of the stairwell. It was the
first time in his life that he had ever been confronted by true darkness.
As a child of the modern age there
had always been some source of illumination.
Humanity liked it's lights brighter, longer-lasting, and as prevalent as
possible. Even during the occasional
black out, some source of light was available.
Cell phones, battery-powered digital clocks, hand-held game
devices. Now there was nothing, the
night completely unhindered. For a
moment Wu felt a kinship with his ancestors who once huddled in caves around a
fire and gazed in trepidation at what lay outside the security of the light.
For Dean
it was less jarring and more welcoming.
As the door closed behind him it was like slipping into a silk robe,
pupils dilated until nothing but a thin golden ring remained. While his abilities were not a hundred
percent, there were lingering effects. His
eyes adjusted quickly and soon he could see well enough that it was like moving
around at deep twilight. Raising his
eyes he whistled low in admiration. Not
since his nights in the North Slope had he seen so many stars, the windows of
the buildings surrounding them mirroring the sky above.
Seph
climbed up to his usual spot on Dean's left shoulder, draping his tail casually
over the opposite side, his red eyes the only visible feature. He leaned against the side of Dean's head,
causing the swagman to tilt. To Seph the
endless shadow was like diving through cool water. He eased through it like a shark, utterly at
home. “Wow,” he breathed.
“Pretty
night for the apocalypse,” Wu said quietly.
Dean
nodded. “Seph?”
“Yeah?”
“At
Padre's place, every night is like this.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hm. More stars than you could ever count.”
“Cool.”
A flash
lit the night, followed moments later by a deep rumbling. The full moon painted the oncoming storm
clouds with an ethereal glow as the wind began to pick up. “Let's get moving.” Dean said, slipping the
flashlight into it's pouch and reaching for the ladder. They extended the ladder then laid it across
the gap. Seph crossed in a flash,
looking like a cat running along the top of a fence. Upon reaching the other side he melded half
his body into the stone edge of the roof, gripping his end of the ladder; holding
it firm. Dean grabbed the opposite side
to secure it. “You first Wu, your
lighter.”
“So many
fat jokes, so little time.”
“Get
your skinny ass over, before I throw you.”
Wu took
a deep breath lifted himself up onto the ledge.
On all fours he started to cross twice before stopping, eyes squeezed
shut.
“Acrophobic?”
Dean asked. Wu glanced back and nodded
tightly. Taking a deep breath he slowly
started over.
Near the
half-way point Wu stalled, arms shaking.
It looked to Dean as though he was fighting to keep his eyes locked onto
the opposite roof.
“Look
down,” Dean said.
Wu went
rigid, gaze snapping up, moments from giving in. “What?!
You’re supposed to say don't look down!”
“Yeah,
but whenever you say that to someone they always look down anyway. So... look down.”
“You’re
an ass!”
“Mmmm,
speaking of ass I'm loving the view of yours with you all bent over in front of
me. Muy caliente.”
“Run Wu,
run!” Seph said.
“Oh
Christ, alright I'm going, I'm going,” Wu continued on, the metal ladder
creaking with every movement.
“Don't
hurry on my account,” Dean said making his voice deep, husky, and lispy in an
it-puts-the-lotion-in-the-basket kind of way.
“You been working out?”
“Dude. Trying not to die here.”
“Hey
crouching tiger, wanna see my hidden dragon?”
“Shut up!”
Seph
snorted and snickered with suppressed merriment.
Wu made
his way over, falling off the opposite side.
He stood and with a trembling hand flipped Dean off. “Thanks for the motivation.”
“Anytime,”
Dean said with a smirk. Removing his
ruck he tossed it over then, holding his arms straight out for balance, walked
the ladder like a tight rope. Jumping
off the end onto the roof he raised his arms above his head with a flourish.
“Show
off,” Wu muttered, dusting himself.
Shouldering
his pack Dean, joined Seph at the edge of the roof looking down onto the scene
below. The streetlight had gone through
the third floor window, putting it directly beneath them. Wu edged as close as he dared, snatching
small peeks over. “How we gonna do
this?”
“Get
down to the room it broke into and make our way to the truck. Seph first, then you. While you’re shimmying down, Seph snags the
keys from the glove box and gets them to you.
I'll come last and drop down into the bed. The truck may not start right away and I'll
hold them off until we can get going.”
Wu blanched
at how many zombies now walked the street.
He glanced over at Dean who was standing right on the edge, the tip of
his boots hanging centimeters over. “Can
you hold off that many?”
Dean
remained silent, continuing to stare at the street. Fatigue ran its fingers down his spine, sending
a numbing tingle through his limbs. Two
shifts in one night on top of all the healing and fighting was taking its toll
on his strength. The pit stop to regroup
and eat had helped, but was hardly a substitute for actual rest.
Time to find out what I'm really made of, he
thought. This is just getting started.
Glancing
over he realized Seph and Wu were watching him, still waiting for an answer. He patted the khukuri’s sheath. “I'll hold them off, you focus on getting the
truck started. Get us moving, but don't
drive stupid. Last thing we need is to
wreck.”
“No
shit,” Wu agreed.
The
lightning increased in intensity and frequency, thunder right on its heels, as
they approached the door leading down into the building. A gust of wind brought with it the first
scent of falling rain. Dean tried the
handle and found it locked. When he held
out his hand, Wu gave him the crowbar.
Slipping it between the door and it's frame he put his weight behind
it. The old door, already loose and
rusted from the constant exposure to the salt air, popped open with a minimum
of effort, the knob falling apart with a clatter. Passing the crowbar back to Wu he drew the
khukuri and brought the light back out, holding it lens down.
“Follow
me in Wu. Seph keep a good look out,
we're gonna be relying on you pretty heavily to be our eyes.”
Seph
nodded and climbed up the wall until he clung to the roof of the stairwell like
a large bat. Descending the short flight
of stairs they found the door at the bottom lying on the floor. The building had gone unused for years. There were no walls, only support
pillars. Remnants of the homeless that
had found their way inside littered the floor.
Beer bottles, a pair of stained old mattresses, used food containers
with the mummified remains of meals gone by.
A thick layer of dust covered everything. Orienting himself on the flashes of lightning
coming from the broken window, Dean cautiously walked over to it. If the homeless could find their way in, so
could the Zeds. They didn’t need any more
surprises. A few feet from the shattered
window he paused and cocked an ear.
“What is
it?” Wu whispered, coming to stand beside him.
“Listen. You hear that Seph?”
“Helicopters,”
He answered from just outside the window.
“Can't see them yet, but they‘re definitely coming this way.”
“Military?”
Wu wondered, a trace of hope in his voice.
“Don't
get excited man,” Dean said, clicking off the light and putting it and the
blade away. He raised the swagman's brim
and peered out the window, rain tapping against the leather. The lightning was frequent enough to give him
a good view of the zombies moving mindlessly about the street. They were everywhere, but spread out enough
to hopefully give them the time needed to make it down. “I doubt they're here to help anyway. Probably recon or something.”
“Hey,
you can't blame me for wanting to see a bunch of strapping young lads with
assault rifles.”
“Got me
there,” Dean said leaning further out the window before stepping back. “Seph I want you down in the cab, grab the
keys and stick them in the ignition.
While Wu gets the truck going I need you to work with me and keep the
Zeds away from the cab windows. Try to
watch both but,” he pointed at and locked eyes with the gargoyle, “focus on
keeping Wu clear. Don't worry about
backing me up.”
“But
what if-”
Dean cut
him off, “No buts Seph. Do it.” Seph sighed, nodding reluctantly as he
started down the shaft.
Turning
to Wu, who was placing the crowbar and cleaver in his backpack, Dean said, “I get
you have the whole fear of heights thing, but you can't hesitate. The rain should help cover the sound of you
going down, but we can't rely on that and once they notice us, they're gonna be
on us like Marlon Brando on souffle, so shag ass.”
Wu
walked up to the window and climbed onto the streetlight, straddling it. Fat droplets now came down in earnest, the
streets growing even darker as the clouds completely obscured the moon. Staring straight ahead Wu slid down, gaining
speed slowly as the water slicked down the cold metal. Dean watched his progress intently; Seph's
red eyes followed from the roof of the truck. Three quarters of the way down, they both
tensed as he suddenly slipped to the right nearly falling off. Tightening his legs around the pole he was
only able to halt his descent momentarily before his legs slipped free.
Dean
drew the Glock and leaned as far out the window as possible while holding onto
the frame with his right hand, sighting below Wu's feet. Wu kept his grip with his arms, legs swinging
like a pendulum beneath him. The tips of
his feet and the base of the Odachi's bundled scabbard passing within a
hairsbreadth of a passing zombie's head, a flash revealed the gleam of bone
where the scalp had been torn away. As
they started to swing back Wu clenched his abdominal muscles and raised his
feet back up to the pole, crossing his ankles over the top. He came to a halt just over the truck's roof.
Relying
on Seph to cover Wu, Dean climbed onto the pole and started his descent. The weight from the pack made it not only
extremely difficult to keep his balance but also increased his speed
dramatically. Limbs wrapped tight enough
to cramp the muscles in his back, Dean fought to stay on top as he quickly sped
down. A cry rose over the noise of the
storm, quickly joined by others.
The
zombies had spotted them.
Wu
already had his pack off and was climbing into the cab through the open sliding
window. Dean let go, falling into the
bed of the truck, landing on his side with a grunt. He quickly loosened the straps and slipped
out of them.
Standing
he turned to face the oncoming mob and drew his weapons. His skin crawled at the sight before him, the
undead rushing in from all directions. Fear
hit him like a taser to the spine. For a
brief moment he was unable to move as they closed in, their eyes pinpoints of
sickly greenish-yellow light. Whatever
force that caused them to rise after death gave them the eye-shine humans
lacked.
As the
first zombie reached the tail gate, half crawling, half falling over it, Dean
felt something come over him. His
thought process differed depending on what skin he wore. The human thought process more rational than
the primal urges of his animal side.
Wolves acted; to freeze meant death.
Amber eyes closing in a slow blink it felt as if the wolf slid behind
them. His earlier transformations had
opened a long closed door bringing the beast closer to the surface. But the wolf didn't take over and drive him
berserk, a mindless killer. Wolves
killed when survival dictated too and did so quickly. When his eyes opened the fatigue washed away
with the cool rain that drenched his clothes as Dean gave himself over to it,
his mind merging with the wolf's instincts to become something stronger,
lethal. Blowing out his breath he released
the anxiety that had filled him and hunched his shoulders, a growl rolling
through his bared teeth.
The
zombie raised its head and reached for him.
Dean stomp-kicked his foot into the thing‘s face, sending it tail over
tea kettle off the back of the truck in a spray of teeth. Turning to check the cab he aimed and fired
off a trio of shots, one per zombie pounding on the driver’s side window. Wu fought with the ignition, the cool engine
stubbornly refusing to turn over. A tug
on his pants brought Dean's attention away from Wu and in one motion he spun
and shoved nearly every centimeter of the blade in the creature’s eye. In his peripheral vision Dean caught glimpses
of Seph moving from zombie to zombie, his tail snapping out like a scorpion to
pierce them through the eye or mouth with the spear shaped barb, before leaping
off to the next.
With the
wolf driving his limbs, Dean savaged any Zed that came within reach. There was no need to restrain his base urges
when dealing with these things. The 40
cal. handgun barked between swipes of the blade, the khukuri’s leaving limbs
and snapping heads in its wake. Dean
tried to track how many rounds he had left in the magazine, but having to shift
his focus from kills to keeping the grasping hands that reached into the bed of
the truck away from his legs, screwed up his count until the last shot locked
the Glock's slide open.
Finally,
with the growl and shudder of a waking Grizzly, the engine turned over,
headlights blazing to life. Scrambling
to reload, Dean was thrown to his knees when the Ford lurched forward. The truck may have been old, but there was
still a lot of life left in it and the engine, once started, would not be
stopped. Tires squealing, the truck
plowed through the crowd, crushing any not immediately knocked aside under its
tires.
“Alright
back there?” Wu called back.
“I'm
good,” Dean panted, leaning back against the cab. “Seph?”
“Right
here,” he said, poking his head through window.
Seph's still hardened body glistened with rain water and zombie
blood. “Good shooting by the way.”
Ejecting
the empty magazine into his lap, Dean slapped the full one home, and chambered
a round. “Not hard to miss when their
inches away and not trying to dodge.”
“Which
way?” Wu asked, steering around several zombies. “When you said the gun shop behind Ala Moana,
I assumed you meant the one on Kaheka.
Pushing the swagman off his head
so that it hung down his back by the leather wind cord, Dean put his face in
the window. “That's the one, take a left
here to Kapiolani, it'll be faster.”
“Not
that way,” Seph said, hanging upside down from the oh-crap handle above the
passenger window.
“Why
not?” Wu frowned.
“More
buildings, more Zeds. Take Ala Moana
Blvd., its right along the beach so there should be less people.”
“Good
call kid,” Dean said. “Take this next
right Wu.”
“Yes'm
Ms. Daisy I get you to de sto,” Wu said taking the turn sharply enough to cause
the truck to fish-tail.
“Hey!”
Dean exclaimed, righting himself. “Less
fast, less furious there Andretti.”
Wu grinned.
The rain
slackened to a light drizzle as they came out onto the street Seph had
suggested. The night was suddenly filled
with an intense red light as a flare streaked skyward from the mall. Moments later came a loud roar as a large
helicopter passed over them low enough that the downdraft from the rotors could
still be felt. Seph came out and joined
Dean in the back peering upward. “Its
landing on the top level,” he said pointing.
Dean
scowled. Who the hell could possibly be
up there?
Seph
watched as the chopper landed out of sight, touching down for half a minute
before lifting off again, angling back in their direction. His eyes widened as he saw struggling forms
clinging to the bottom of the helicopter.
As it moved away from the shopping center, zombies continued to follow,
struggling over the wall surrounding the fourth level and plummeting to the
parking lot below.
Overhead
the clouds parted, allowing the light of the full moon to once again shine
down. Now even Wu could make out the
helicopter as it headed their way. Dean
watched its approach, a look of surprise coming over him at the continuing
sound of gun fire. Watching the tracers
he realized they weren't shooting the door gun at zombies on the ground but the
shots were being fired inside the chopper.
Flying low it passed overhead a second time but instead of continuing on
it stalled, hovering in one spot. Dean
and Seph could only look on in confusion that quickly passed from shock to
anxiety to downright panic as it began to spin, and quickly gaining speed, head
right back for them.
“Wu!”
they shouted simultaneously, “Faster!
Furiouser!”
Glancing
up Wu's eyes flew open as the whirling blades angled downward and filled the
rear-view mirror. Too shocked even to
curse he floored it, the truck surging forward.
They started to gain some distance when Seph and Dean heard Wu curse and
call out their names.
“What?”
“In
front of us!”
“I think
our main concern is back here!”
“Not
any more it isn't!”
They
turned around and Seph began firing out expletives like an assault rifle on
full auto. “Aw fuck me,” Dean muttered
under his breath.
Filling
the street ahead a wave of zombies surged toward them their eyes glowing
brightly in the headlights, trampling and scrambling over each other. Wu met Dean's eyes briefly in the rear-view
mirror, “Do I go through them?”
Dean
felt gooseflesh pop up all over his body at the sound of the blades slicing
through the air. Glancing back he saw
that the small lead they had gained was quickly being eaten away by the out of
control aircraft. Dean looked around
quickly before sticking his head back into the small window, shouting to be
heard above the noise from the chopper.
“Take us left when I give the word!”
“Into
the parking lot?”
“We're
gonna cut through the mall!”
Wu shot
Dean an incredulous look over his shoulder.
“We're driving through Ala Moana?”
“You
wanna live forever?”
Laughter
filled the cab of the truck. “You’re
freakin' nuts!”
Seph
grinned down at Dean from the roof of the truck, “Him no nuts, him crazy!”
Dean matched Seph's enthusiasm with a wolfish grin of his
own. “Give the word when it's right on
our asses!”
“You got
it!”
The
truck barreled forward to meet the oncoming horde; the sound of the rotors now
drowning out even the zombies. Wu kept
the gas pedal floored, pressing down on it with his foot so hard that he lifted
himself from the seat. The helicopter
drew closer and closer until it was only a few meters behind them and Seph
cried out, “Word!”
Dean
waited for a breath before barking, “Now!”
Wu
cranked the wheel hard to the left, tires squealing as they hit the curb and
bounced up and over it, narrowly missing the bus stop benches lined up along
the sidewalk. The rotors scraped the
rear bumper in a shower of sparks. Wu's
head slammed up against the roof and Dean, with Seph clinging to him for dear
life, was nearly catapulted out of the bed when the rear tires hit. To his credit Wu regained control of the
vehicle, narrowly missing several cars before hitting the back end of a sedan,
sending the truck into a spin.
“Sh-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-t!”
Wu bellowed.
“Son-of-a-bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-tch!”
Dean howled.
“YE-E-E-E-E-E-E-HA-A-A-A-A-A!”
Seph cheered riding Dean's back, wing flapping.
Turning
into the spin, Wu straightened the truck out and brought them to a halt. Dean sat up and looked behind them. The rotors were turning the horde into a fine
mist, body parts flying everywhere.
Clipping one of the trees in the median the chopper finally hit the
ground rolling over and over as it steam-rolled the zombies, flattening them
beneath its unrelenting weight. Shrapnel
from the blades breaking and bending against the street as well as parts from
the helicopter itself shot through the air like shuriken when the chopper
exploded. Dean's head jerked back as a
line of fire burned across his left cheek.
Touching his hand to his face he
hissed as it came away wet. Closing his
eyes Dean took a deep breath inhaling slowly until his lungs were filled to
capacity. He took the pain and gathered
it together like red-hot razorwire.
Holding his breath for a moment he shoved the pain out with a long slow
exhale. When he opened his eyes no sign
of the hurt remained in them or in his body language. A small moan came from inside the cab.
“Everybody
in one piece?” Dean asked.
“Oh
shit! You okay Seph?”
Dean spun
around and saw Wu helping the gargoyle up off the floor of the passenger
side. A billiard ball sized hole now
punched in the windshield. Wu helped him
to the seat where he collapsed on his side.
Reaching in Dean lifted him out and set him in his lap. “Get us moving, I'll take care of him. Head over to that coffee place on the corner
there. There should be a passage that
goes straight through.”
Wu
nodded and pulled forward, trying not to jostle Dean while he tended Seph. Seph held his hand to his head, skin still
hardened, eye lids clicking when he blinked.
“I think something hit me,” he said, sounding distant.
Dean
passed the flashlight over Seph looking for any sign of injury. “You hurt anywhere?”
“I don't
feel anything. Just dizzy.”
“Hold
on, jumpin‘ another curb,” Wu tossed back.
Cradling
Seph, Dean braced himself as the truck bounced.
The engine echoed in the passageway as Wu increased speed, passing shop
after shop. Another noise began to
compete and Dean's head snapped up. More
zombies were coming down the corridor.
Wu shut
the head lights off and suddenly turned left, parking under the escalator that
ran up to the second floor and killed the engine. They all held their breaths waiting. Now that the engine was off the only sound
was the scrambling of feet and hungry moans.
Drawn by the crash and following explosion, enough zombies to completely
fill the passageway headed toward them.
Slowly raising
the Glock, Dean aimed at the zombies as they moved past, the runners quickly leaving
the others behind. Enough time passed
that Dean‘s hand shook from holding the gun up for so long and the tension of
waiting for one of the horde to spot them.
They just kept coming.
The flow
of undead began to slow, eased to a trickle, and eventually stopped. Dean waited for a ten count before drawing a
shuddering breath, which was echoed by Wu.
He was about to turn to speak to Wu when he paused feeling a change in
the texture on Seph's normally smooth body.
Glancing around to make sure no more zombies were coming he pulled the
flashlight back out, and cupping his hand around it, clicked it on, and then
raised Seph's arm. A shallow series of
spider-web cracks on Seph's right side showed where he had been struck by
shrapnel.
Dean's
gut clenched. Jesus, if Seph hadn't been all stony just now, he'd be dead.
“You
can't feel that?” he asked.
The
gargoyle looked down and probed the area, tapping his claws against the
damage. “No,” Seph answered, his voice
sounding clearer. “Should I try and
change back?”
Dean set
him down carefully and climbed out of the bed of the truck. “Not yet kid." he turned to face
Wu. "Let's not risk running the
engine until we're outside. Get out and
help me push, Seph get behind the wheel and steer.”
Wu put
the truck in neutral then climbed out the back window, preferring not to risk
the noise of opening and closing the door, and joined Dean at the front of the
truck. Together they pushed and slowly
moved the truck back. An ear-to-ear
smile split Seph's face at getting to drive finally, his injury momentarily
forgotten. Wu glanced over at Dean, his
face seemed overly neutral, as if he were forcing his expression to remain
blank; which he had learned meant something was really bothering him.
“You’re
worried about the hit he took.”
Dean
said nothing, just nodded once sharply, his head barely moving.
“The
little guy's tough, and the damage didn't look deep. He'll be okay.”
Keeping his eyes on the grill
Dean swallowed slowly, “He better be.”