Zombie Day Care (14 page)

Stan looked up with worry and surprise on his face.

“
Uh … yeah son, you know me, I’m always working hard.” His stepfather stood up tall and walked toward him. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you anyway, I’m glad you’re here,” Stanley said with his usual warm smile.

It took Jimmy off guard, and he slackened his grip on the pistol hidden inside the back of his pants. He saw his mother wandering toward him, bringing a sour look on his face.

“
Let me guess, you and Mom are having a baby?”

Stanley’s face darkened, and his tone changed from a gentle creek to a crashing wave.

“
You need to show some respect you little —”

“
Little what, Pops?”

“
I’ve done all I can for you, but even my patience is limited. You can say what you want to me, or about me,” Stanley was towering over him, making him cringe, “but don’t talk about your mother like that. Dead or alive!”

Jimmy wanted to crawl in a hole at that moment and began to have second thoughts.
What am I doing? What do I do? Why am I here?
Something reminded him of Nate McDaniel.
Oh yeah!
The evil twinkle in his eye returned, as fast as it had left, and Stanley stepped back with a look of uncertainty.

“
Oh, I agree Stan,” his voice was like a slithering snake as he sniffed, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “As a matter of fact, I was just coming down to say good-bye. I have another job lined up. What do you think about that?”

Stanley was backing away as he spoke, looking for something.

“
Oh … well that’s great son.”

“
I need a favor though,” he said, stepping toward the autopsy table and glancing at the twins with a seedy smirk. “I need a reference.”

“
Sure son, anything, let me type you up a letter.”

“
Great Stan, and while you are doing that, whip me up all the paperwork for the XT Serum, I’ll be needing that too.”

Stanley turned as if someone had just been shot only to see the barrel of a gun lowered at his belly.

“
N-N-Now—put that away, J-J-Jimmy.”

Jimmy took a step forward saying, “Don’t you mean ‘Son’?”

“
S-s-son.”

“
Give me the serum or I’ll put you away—and don’t call me Son!” he said, placing his other hand on the gun and pulling back the hammer with a click.

Stanley fidgeted in front of him, eyes fearful and darting.

“
What do you want Son—excuse me—Jimmy?”

“
Fire up that computer—put it all on here and give me the serum,” he said, pulling out a jump drive. Stanley didn’t move. Jimmy knew that Stanley kept all of the information on his own personal computer.

“
Now!”

Stanley flinched and sat in defeat before his computer. Sweat was rolling down his crinkled forehead as he wiped his mouth and tried to log in. The shaking was so bad Stanley had trouble finding the keys.

“
Hurry up!” he screamed into Stanley’s ear.

Stanley held his hands up and said, “Okay, I’m in. Here it is.” Stanley looked back over his shoulder and shrugged.

“
Load it on here. Where’s the notebook,” he said, looking around. A thick black and white notepad was sitting on the shelf at the top of the desk. “Never mind.”

“
Come on Jimmy, don’t do this. It’s for all of us. That’s why I brought you back,” the man stood up, “… to celebrate.”

He wanted to believe him, he knew Stanley didn’t lie. Stanley had been good to him. Something jostled him from behind.

BANG!

Jimmy screamed. He had squeezed the trigger as his mom’s cold hands gripped his head and neck. He tore away, dropping the gun to the floor and running away. He saw his mother standing there, listless, with his hat and some hair in her hand. Stanley was kneeling before her, grasping his bloody belly, eyes filled with shock.

“
Dad!” he cried, but he didn’t know what to do.

He watched as Stanley clutched the waist of his late wife and looked up into her gaunt face.

Stanley was saying, “Though I walk in the shadow of the valley of death I shall fear no…” He died there, hands sliding down her legs, as her hand came down and stroked his head before she walked away.

Jimmy stood huffing in the corner, bewildered. It took almost a minute before he was able to move. Slowly, the power of greed gave him the strength to move. Stepping over his stepfather, he downloaded all of the files from that workstation as he snatched the jump drive and notebook. He slid open the glass doors of the refrigerator. Two glass bottles with a cork top were almost filled with a milky blue liquid marked XT. He found a black traveling case nearby with a syringe and needles stuffed in black foam inserts. Empty gaps were cut out the size of the bottles and he placed the serums inside, snapping the case closed. He checked his pocket and felt the jump drive. Now he had the notebook and case in hand. He was worried as he looked around when he saw the gun laying on the floor by Stan. He snatched it up. He had it all.

“
Yes!”

He looked over and saw his mom bumping between the autopsy tables.

“
Bye Mom, next time I come back I’ll have the cure.”

Now it was time for him to finish off the rest.

CHAPTER 27

They were all transfixed at their individual workstations above the daycare room. Everything was quiet as they clicked back and forth, trying to find images of the floor below them. Tori was more pressed to keep tabs on Henry.
Where is he? What’s wrong?
Her monitor didn’t show anything, just the same picture of the scintillating room below, free of lumbering children. She wasn’t the smartest or prettiest girl in town, but she understood how to operate a computer, what twenty something didn’t know how to these days. It was a second language if anything.

“
You guys find anything?” she said, her voice trembling. She was picking at her lips between clicks on her mouse.

Rudy and Weege both answered, “No!”

Rudy added, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think Louie is in there.”

“
He has to be! Find him or
you
going down there,” she said, shaking her fist.

“
I don’t have internet! I don’t have internet!” a shrill voice said, like the sky was falling. The computers and cameras had been screwy ever since they got back up to the observation level. It was frustrating everybody.

“
Chillax Weege!” she snapped.

The flickering screens and shaking walls seemed to pitch from the winds, rain and thunder outside. She banged her mouse on the counter and decided to take a walk and look over the rail. There was nothing, just annoying cartoons and plastic toys. She wanted to cry, but tried to be strong for Henry. She closed her eyes, sobbing, thinking of first date she had with him. Someone tugged at her arm.

“
Let go Rudy, now’s not the time,” she said, jerking her arm away. The cold grip held her fast as she turned to face him.

“
What the He—AAAAAH!”

Louie held her wrist with an iron grip that she couldn’t tear free. Louie was a bearish boy, slightly fish-eyed, round faced and a mouth full of cracked gray teeth.

“
Numma! Numma!”

Her legs sagged beneath her, others were screaming as well. She screamed again, ringing her own eardrums at his creepy sight.

The boy had nipped her finger, let go and began to trot off in a funny way, holding his ears and cringing. Rudy chased after the boy with an umbrella, roaring like a neutered lion. The closer Rudy got, the more Louie slowed down. The boy turned back towards him, still backing away.

“
Numma! Numma!”

The boy backed over a ladder hole and fell down through.

Tori was still screaming in the background.

“
It scratched me! It bit me!”

Rudy slammed a lid down over the ladder hole, and latched it shut.

“
It can climb. That damn thing can climb! Weege I’ll lock the lids—you get her to the medical bay—now!”

She was bawling as she looked at the bloody gash that tore the skin on her hand. There was a deep bite mark on her index finger, dripping blood.

“
I don’t want to be a zombie!”

Her tiny friend was pulling her along, and she felt helpless in his grasp. Weege shoved her into a white room, along the back wall, that looked like a dentist office with an over-sized circular saw.

“
No, no, no Weege! I can’t do it!”

“
Take off your lab coat!” Weege yelled like an angry cartoon character.

She clutched at it, shaking her head.

“
Now woman—or you will be a zombie!” he said in an urgent accent. “Now dammit!”

She did it, and as soon as it fell to the floor he tied a knot of medical tubing above her bicep. She couldn’t believe what was happening, her hand turned cold and numb. She couldn’t help but cry. Her hand was pasty and white, lifeless as fallen leaves, while everything above her wrist began to burn. She saw Weege punch a green button on the circular saw and it whirled into action. She was crying uncontrollably now, thoughts filled with despair and Henry.

“
I don’t want to lose my arm Weege,” she pleaded.

“
There is no time for drama, close your eyes and shut up!” he said, putting a rod of wood inside her mouth.

She clamped down, tears and mascara mixing into lines and running down her cheeks. He pulled her arm down below the spinning blade. She wanted to die, be shot, anything but this.

“
I don’t want to do this.”

“
Say your prayers!”

She didn’t even notice he covered the exposed appendage with a blanket. He jammed a needle in her shoulder, shooting something that burned like fire inside.

“
On three!”

She bit down hard praying.
God, don’t let this happen!
She was whimpering, lip trembling.

“
One!”

He pulled down on the handle with all his might.

SLICE!

“
Aaaagh!” Her head was exploding when she blacked out and slumped into the chair.

She woke up and her arm felt like it was burning. She was strapped to the dentist-like chair and saw Weege wearing green goggles wielding a blow torch. The stench of burnt hair and skin wafted into her nostrils as she writhed in agonizing pain.

Now her own fury was unleashed as she tried to speak.

“
What the fah—”

Another needle plunged into her skin as she turned to see Rudy’s bushy face, the room turned dark as she passed out again.

Rudy stood there, shaking his head in despair, as Weege finished cauterizing the wound. She lay still on the table, like a discarded whore, makeup smeared and soaked with sweat and blood. Her chest rose up and down as he studied her dismembered arm. The flesh was pink above the cut and the rest of her looked fine. He stroked her wet hair from her eyes.
This must be the hottest one-armed chick ever.

The surgery was finished, she was alive and well, but he couldn’t take any chances. The two men left her strapped in the room and secured the door. Louie was still trying to push his way in through the ladder hatch below.

“
Watch this,” Rudy said as he stood beside the portal. He screamed, the zombie boy cringed.

Weege pulled up his goggles.

“
Hmmm … I’ve never seen a zombie do that before. Do you think XT Serum works?”

“
I don’t know, but we are trapped up here unless help comes.”

Weege looked worried.

“
What if Tori … you know … starts to become a zombie?”

He shook his head saying, “Then we better get some zombie dew.”

The zombie boy’s head and mallet hands were banging underneath the latch, shaking the catwalk. They checked their phone signals and no bars showed. They fidgeted, paced, and sweated while waiting, still looking for Henry.

“
Numma! Numma! Numma! Numma!” continued to throb in their ears.

CHAPTER 28

Back in the security room Jimmy slung a chair into the wall and kicked the old guard’s corpse, screaming aloud. They were all alive inside the zombie’s arena. He blinked again and again, and tried to figure out why Louie had not torn them to bits.

“
They should be zombies by now!”

But they weren’t. He saw Henry, still trapped in the corridor, pacing while pulling his thick black hair in clenched fists. Tori was harnessed to a table, now missing an arm and out cold.
Good.
The other pair he hated fumbled at their computer stations, shouting back and forth, while Louie tried to press through the metal hatch onto the catwalk. Jimmy wondered if he could release those doors, but he couldn’t. He punched the monitor and screamed again. His knuckles bled and he sucked on them as he thought.

He cradled the black case holding the serum to his chest.
I just got to leave and get paid.