GUNNER: A Forsaken Riders MC Romance: Alpha Male Biker Club Bad Boy Romance (Motorcycle Club New Adult Contemporary Short Stories) (126 page)
Authors: Samantha Leal
Within
minutes the bulldozer had reduced the zombie horde to the rough consistency of pasta. Now Cass was just sweeping up a few stragglers to a chorus of cheers from the survivors. Cass was feeling pretty good, until she felt a clammy hand grip her windpipe, choking her. She tried to pry the hand loose as she realized with mounting horror that there was a zombie attached to it this time. It was already climbing over the seat onto her back, its gnashing teeth inches from her face.
Then, suddenly the zombie was knocked clear of her by a solid kick to the torso. Before she had time to even register her relief a fire axe split the zombie's face in half as well. Jack Godwin had jumped onto the rolling bulldozer and attacked. The axe struck again, severing the creature’s arm. The zombie lost its purchase and Jack kicked it over the side where it got caught in the steel treads and quickly pulled under the dozer. In the tussle the bulldozer had been running blind. Cass now went to shut it down as it was dangerously close to the pool. Unfortunately the zombie’s arm was lodged in the throttle. At any other moment it would have taken a second to clear, but in this instance they had needed that second.
The bulldozer crashed straight through the low cinder block wall and into the salt-water pool, unending itself so that the nose and blade went straight to the bottom and the entire dozer flipped over into the deep end. Cass desperately tried to release her seatbelt, but in her disoriented, upside-down state could not get it to budge at all. In her panic she tried to take a breath and choked on the water that threatened to fill her lungs. She was close to blacking out. Being the consummate man of action that he was, Jack had dove in almost as soon as the bulldozer had gone in. He swam down and managed to miraculously undo the clasp and pull her free. They broke the surface gasping for air and earned a round of cheering from the survivors, which only escalated as Jack pulled Cass toward the edge of the pool.
"Oh God, Talin, he's still down there!" She yelled, quickly recovering from her ordeal. Before she could dive to the rescue though, the wicker basket bobbed to the surface. She swam over and towed it back to the deck.
"I'm okay," Talin said, as he spit out half a mouthful of salt water. Disconcertingly, the other half seemed to sort of just leak out his neck
Cass hugged the basket to her chest in relief.
Jack looked at her curiously, "Umm, What have you got in that basket…?"
Cass looked at Jack and shook her head. She wasn’t even going to get into it. After his double rescue of her, all she could say was, “Travel writer my ass." She then took a moment to recover both her wits, as well as her breath, before yelling to the crowd, "Somebody needs to run up the trail and get the old bus. Drive it down here." The survivors stared at her in stunned silence. "Now damn it!" She snapped. That got them moving.
Fawn raced to the pool's edge, "Oh god you're so brave, you saved us all!" She yelled, choking back tears.
Cass felt flattered, "It was no big deal, I just…"
But Fawn threw her arms around Jack, "You're the bravest man in the world."
Cass laughed, "Did I miss something?"
The following few minutes seemed like hours, but the bus finally arrived in the compound. Cass guided it to the edge of the pool.
"Do you want me to load everyone up," Jack asked.
"No, these roads are too dangerous at night, especially with all the rain we’ve had. We can’t afford to get stuck or stranded. For now I think it’s best to stay here. "
"You think we'll be safe?"
"Hell no, there's another swarm of zombies on their way here. And these ones are gonna be extra rotten and nasty, believe me. Now listen, here’s what we are gonna do.” She pointed to the bus, "The resort's water softening system uses salt. I threw twenty huge bags of it in the bus. We need to make a circle around the dining hall building. I’ll explain later. We should then have enough food and water inside to figure something out…or maybe just ride it out. Maybe they will get tired and decide it’s easier just being dead."
"What? What's going to stop the zombies… high sodium?"
"Trust me. Just get a circle made fast."
Cass sat down next to Talin's basket while Jack organized a work party. She popped open the basket and picked up Talin's head. "I hope you can make a bigger circle work the same way you did before, ‘cause I’m kind of banking on it."
"Such a clever girl," He said with a smile, "But remember, I need everyone inside the circle before I can start the incantation.
Cass lifted up Talin's head and pressed her lips to his, "I love you Talin," She whispered. “And don’t you worry, as soon as we get organized we’ll find a way to get you your body back.”
Fawn was handing out bottled water to the workers. She stopped, watching Cass, with a combination of shock, awe and revulsion on her face.
Cass turned to her, "What, you've never seen two people kissing before?"
The exhausted survivors hustled, encircling themselves with the rocky industrial salt as fast as they could. Jack gathered all the weapons and ammo he could find. He handed Cass a rifle and distributed three more among the most able bodied of the tourists. Other survivors were stacking furniture and broken rubble as a rough barrier. Fawn was busy handing out water, pausing intermittently to admire her new hero, and lover, Jack.
Cass picked up Talin's head and handed it to Fawn. "Take him inside and give him a hand if he needs it… Sorry Talin, no pun intended. Do whatever he says…he’s gonna save us." Fawn just stared at the severed head for a moment.
"Hello, my name is Talin." He said, with his most charming smile, "What's yours?"
The smile calmed her down, "umm…hi, I'm Fawn," She held up a water bottle, "Are you thirsty?"
The
magic circle was only two thirds done… but the next wave of extra-dead zombies had arrived. Cass appeared calm, but she was just too numb to register any more shock.
Cass watched the creatures shuffling across the lawn towards the compound. Some of them were surprising agile and quick. "Those are the cemetery zombies! Hurry up people!" She looked down at Talin, "We're lucky it took them so long to get here."
"Maybe they stopped for lunch."
The wave of zombies began to pick up speed, in response to the shouting and barked commands. They began to build a momentum like an oncoming stampede.
"Christ, they're running." Cass said nervously.
"Okay," Jack said to his shooters, "All you can do is slow them down, so aim for their legs. Use short bursts and hit the kneecaps if you can. But don't waste any ammo." The horde came within range, "Fire!"
The first shots were effective. Cass shot the legs out from under at least two while Jack hit three. The other shooters missed but kept firing. The barriers of furniture and rubble slowed the zombies down … but only for a few moments.
"We finished the circle!" Shouted a middle aged balding guy. He looked like he was having the worst mid-life crisis on record.
Cass, Jack and the shooters quickly fell back into the dining hall, barricading the door behind them. Talin began the incantation as the zombies bashed at the doors and windows.
Cass had a horrifying thought, "What if they're inside the circle when the spell is completed?"
Talin just continued muttering the spell, louder with each passing sentence.
A zombie ran headlong into a floor length window shattering the glass. Jack opened fire, shooting its legs out from under it. Another raced in behind it and pounced on Cass. They fell to the ground in a tangle of tanned and decaying flesh as they wrestled furiously. Its hands clasped around her windpipe. Cass felt herself becoming weaker, losing the battle as she did her best to keep it’s gnashing teeth away from her.
Talin's voice reached a crescendo and stopped, "It is complete." He said.
Cass was barely conscious when the zombie suddenly relaxed its grip. It stared at her for a moment…or would have if it still had eyes, until, in a rasping croak it said, "ahh…thank you," as if in relief. Then it went limp.
The other zombies that had entered the circle weaved unsteadily and then collapsed as well.
Cass examined her opponent's body, "It’s dead… again. I mean really dead…like supposed to be dead…oh you know what I mean."
Jack looked out the window, watching in relief as the zombies outside the circle began to wander off into the jungle, "They're leaving," He shouted to the heaven’s as well as to the assembled crowd.
There was tremendous excitement until Talin chimed in.
"The circle makes us more or less invisible to them…but there is no need to tempt fate… So please keep it down!"
The survivors complied.
Fawn raced over to Jack, throwing herself around him with all her might. “Oh Jack, we made it!”
Jack was surprised, as he actually felt his heart skip a few beats with her embrace. She was a cute kid, and truth be told he realized he had actually developed something of a bond with her. Maybe it was just the whole zombie thing that had kind of thrown them together, or maybe there really was something there…
He hugged her back , kissing the top of her head, “Yeah, looks like we are going to be alright after all.” Maybe more than alright, he thought as he held her tight, caressing her back and nuzzling her to him.
Cass picked up Talin's head and cradled it in her lap.
She looked at him and smiled, "How long does the spell last?"
"As long as the circle remains intact we are safe." Talin replied.
Cass was beyond exhausted. It had been a hellish night, but they were finally safe, thanks to a circle of salt. She looked outside and did her best to smile. Surveying the carnage she knew they had paid a heavy price. It had been an insane night. Scores of tourists and soldiers had died, and then come back. Some of those were just so much hamburger, while many were even now wandering the surrounding jungles in search of human flesh. She had not had time to even think about the safety of the other villages on the island. They would be at the mercy of the horde. And then there was the whole my-boyfriend-is-just-a-severed-head thing to contend with. But she was confident that with his magic they could remedy that as well. They just had to bunk down for the night. With the new day they would figure out their next move. At least for now they were safe.
Then the first drops of rain began to fall… thin rivulets of water were already coursing across the earth as it quickly turned into a downpour.
THE END
Iona Savage
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 The Cellar
Chapter 2 Flickering Light
Chapter 3 The Cruel Truth
Chapter 4 Fresh Tangy Oranges
Chapter 5 Mind Reading
Chapter 6 The Traveler
Chapter 7 By My Side
Chapter 8 Jolly Jack
Chapter 9 Little People
Chapter 10 Traitor is Your Name
Chapter 11 Discovery of Magic
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“
You sure you want one of them
?
” Tammy double checked with the guy, if she could
n’
t change his mind, it meant lugging a crate of beers from the cellar.
“I’
d like what I asked for, if i
t’
s all the same with you
?
” Niyol was not going to change his mind.
Tammy tried to stare him down. Okay, so he was a good looking guy, tall and handsome, with a trace of Native American features, but did
n’
t he realize that her shift was nearly over and she really did
n’
t want to go into that damp, dark cellar, just to get his bloody beer?
“
Is there something special about that particular beer, that none of the others taste like
?
”
Niyol noticed the cold stare she was giving him, but he knew he was
n’
t going to change his mind. It wasn't by chance that the beer he wanted was in the cellar.
“
Sorry
,
” he replied, staring back at her with no intention of being the one to look away
.“
Tha
t’
s the beer I ordered, and tha
t’
s the beer I want
.
”
Tammy knew her cold stare was
n’
t going to work on this guy. She was going to have to go down there, in the last ten minutes of her shift, just for this punk.
“
Right
,
” she said, in his face
,“
yo
u’
ll have to wait until I fetch some up from the cellar, wo
n’
t you
?
” she told him, hoping this might change his mind.
“
I suppose I will
,
” he replied, equally as cocky
,“
you better get going then
.
”
Nothing she said was going to work. With a loud audible sigh, especially for his benefit, she turned and looked for the cellar keys. Tammy slammed the drawer open and shut, ensuring he knew exactly how she felt about his bloody beer.
“
Sorry
,
” she said, turning back to him
,“
it seems Paul, the cellar guy, has taken the key with him on his lunch
.
”
“
Is that not it there
?
” Niyol asked, pointing to a key hanging on a hook, just under the wine glasses shelf. She really wasn't making this easy for him, he thought.
That was her last throw of the dice, she knew exactly where the key was, and it seemed that so did he. She had tried to appeal to his better nature, but this guy didn't have one, Tammy thought to herself. There was no point asking anyone else either, because the few staff on duty were all new here. This job sucked. Staff were always changing, customers were awkward, like this guy here, and all she wanted to do was finish her shift, go home and pick up with her friends on Facebook.
“
Okay, I wo
n’
t be long, Sir
,
” she placed extra emphasis on the sir, letting him know exactly what she thought of him.
Tammy opened the cellar door, reluctantly. She hated the cellar, it always gave her the creeps, and she usually refused to go down there. It was definitely haunted, she was sure, or perhaps it was just her imagination, but there was something about it. Maybe she should just get her coat and go home now, she had less than ten minutes left on her shift, no-one would be any the wiser. Nah, she could
n’
t afford to be sacked again, the rent was due. Sh
e’
d just have to suck in air and get down there. Quickly, she turned around to see if she could change his mind, but he had his back to her. If only she knew where this particular crate of beers was located, then she could be up and down in no time at all. It was going to take ages to find it.
Switching on the light, she mustered up courage and put one foot in front of the other, descending into the damp smelling, black hole of a cellar. The light was dim, Paul her boss was a cheapskate and hadn't replaced the blown bulbs down here, making it difficult to see. Somewhere there was the drip, drip of water. She would
n’
t be surprised if mushrooms did
n’
t grow down here, or something worse. She quickly scanned all the crates, searching for this gu
y’
s particular brand, desperate to get out of this place, when she heard a noise, like a scraping, as if a door was opening.
She looked in the direction of the noise but could not see anything in the darkened corners, although one corner looked a little darker than the others. She was about to turn her head again when she felt a light breeze flow across her face. Staring hard now into the corner, she was now convinced that it definitely was darker than anywhere else in the cellar, as though there was another room. Sh
e’
d never noticed another room before. Maybe the specialist beer crates were in there, because she could
n’
t find them here. As she neared the darkened shape, she could make out it was an entrance to another room. She supposed it was a bit hidden away. With this dim light it was no wonder sh
e’
d not noticed it before. With a bit of luck the crate would be in here, and then she can get off home.
