Last Stand of the Dead - 06 (29 page)

Jake helped Julia up and she in turn pulled him up.  The two of them pulled me up, and I then shoved Julia up and over the lip of the roof.  I cupped my hands for Jake and he placed his foot in, being launched skyward when I straightened.

I spun around and leapt for the roof, catching it with my hands and hanging precariously for a minute.  The zombies had reached the dumpster and were now looking upward, reaching with hands, their mouths gaping.  If I fell now, I’d be easily killed.

“Little help?” I called, and Julia was right there, grabbing my wrist and pulling as much as she could.  Try as she might, though, she didn’t have the strength.  Trouble was, the roof edge was very smooth, so I was having a hard time holding on.

“Jake!  Get over here!”  Julia called.

I couldn’t see him, but I hoped he was getting closer, as my arms were getting tired.

Jake’s face appeared above me and he looked down contemptuously.  “My head still
hurts,
asshole.”  His face disappeared and Julia yelled at him.

“Jake!”

Fuck him.  I thought.  I did a pull-up, even though my arms were starting to burn, and I managed to hook an arm over the side of the roof.  I swung a leg up and was able to get a foot over the edge, easing the weight off my arms.  Twisting over, I fell onto my side and back, my melee weapon jabbing me painfully in the back.

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