Monday, July 31, 2017
Chapter 27 - Zombie Wars
Misty, Jack, and Wendell, ran full tilt down the corridor, each giving the gung-ho shout of a crazy person.
"I thought... you said... this would... work." panted Wendell between breaths.
Jack, who was the only one still holding his pilfered automatic rifle, called over to him. "Well, they're doing what we expected. I call that 'working'."
Another of the hoarde got close enough to squeeze off a volley of lead, causing all three to duck as they ran.
"Yeah. Working." said Wendell with, perhaps, a dump truck load of irony.
"There! Up ahead!" cried Jack. "Misty? You got any more of those grenades?"
"No. I traded them in for a Volkswagen." came the sarcastic reply.
She pulled the pin of one with her teeth and lobbed it at the pair of locked double doors directly in their path.
As the three hurled themselves aside and awaited the boom, Jack felt the need to defend himself. "Honestly, you guys. This is a good plan!"
The concussion was ear-splitting but both cleared the path ahead and swept away any nearby pursuers.
They ran through the tendrils of smoke and past small fires licking at the remains of the door frame. They burst into the grand hall, the stout metal doors which formerly barred against after-hours access, now lie one to each side, mangled as if hit by a semi.
"I will admit though, these things kind of grow on ya." observed Misty, pulling the pin on another and tossing it back over her shoulder.
The blast bought them a few more seconds. As they made a bee-line for the stage, and in particular, the curtain partitioning off the inner sanctum of En.
"Hey, don't waste those!" scolded Jack. "We didn't kick over that hornets nest to steal em for playing around with, you know. We'll want as many as we can get when we get to Maximum Security."
"If we get to Maximum Security."
The three scrambled up on stage just as a new wave of brainwashed troops burst into the room. Some of them squeezed off a round or two, but all stopped once they realized that their god En was in the line of fire. Instead, they charged the stage.
The three friends dashed between the open curtains to the very base of the stone icon.
Jack and Wendell, made themselves busy searching the stage. Wendell spied a control box and headed toward it.
Misty had promised herself she wouldn't look. She really didn't want to look. But as she saw the stains on the wooden stage, realizing they might be from Howell, she looked up.
The only light in the room was moonlight streaming in from the ample windows. The look on the face of En was all but alive in the otherworldly glow. She could have sworn a malevolent grin spread across the deity's face!
Misty, who prided herself on her toughness, let out a blood-curdling scream to end all blood-curdling screams.
Jack and Wendell's hearts jumped about three inches out of their chest.
The men following came to a screeching halt as the black curtains closed on their own volition.
The screaming of the girl abruptly stopped.
A cascade of red flowed out from under the curtains.
When they parted again, the three kids were gone.
Devoured by En!