Waking in a Warehouse Part 2

Waking in a Warehouse Part 2

Make sure you read part 1 first!

This was the first time I was able to get a good look at them. They were beaten and tattered looking with shredded clothes. The first one was a women; she was wearing the remnants of a silk blouse that was blue at one point.  However, it was red and brown with dried blood and was torn in many areas. Under her torn shirt, I could see parts of her bra and stomach. They were covered in dry, caked on blood with body parts strewn about. She was putrid and disgusting. She stood there, looking at me. It almost reminded me of how my old German shepherd dog would look right before I would feed her dinner. She watched expectantly, knowing that she was about to eat.

She let out a snarl and started toward me. I wanted to run, but for some reason, my feet were glued to the concrete. Run, Leo, you idiot! I thought as I watched the things that wanted to eat my flesh coming for me.

The one on my right tripped over something that was laying there. He fell face first into the cold, hard concrete. Good, down to two. But I knew better. He wouldn’t be down for long. These things don’t feel pain.

This was the distraction I needed to get me moving again. I spun around and took off down the long corridor before me. Maybe I should have turned to the left when I reached the top of the stairs, I thought as I ran. But there was nothing I could do about it now. If I tried to turn around and run past the flesheaters, they would surely get me. But, I may not have any other options. 

I looked back as I stopped at the last door–which was also locked–I didn’t see them, it was almost completely dark in here. The only light coming in was from the full moon outside, as it shone its brilliant silver light through the window at the end of the corridor. It wasn’t enough to see them, or their glowing eyes. But, I could hear them. They never stopped snarling and growling. Even when they fed, they still couldn’t stop making the sickening noises.

What was wrong with them? What had happened? Why were they so different now? I didn’t know the answers to any of these questions. All I know is that they want to eat me. No, they have to eat me.

I don’t want to get eaten.

I could fight them off, I’ve done it before. I reached down for my knife–the only weapon that I had with me at all times. Where is it? I began to panic. I searched myself frantically. Then I remembered. I took it out of my pocket before I went to bed earlier. What was I thinking? Why would I do that? What an idiot! 

I turned to each side, looking for something–anything to defend myself with. Movement flickered out of the corner of my eye as the first zombie made it to where I was. I saw the light glow of the grey eyes get brighter with each step. The only difference was, this chick wasn’t stopping this time. She was hungry, and I was her breakfast.

Where are the other two? Did they both fall down, unable to get up? I didn’t see any other obstacles on my way down this long hallway. 

The sun was starting to give its much needed light as it poked over the horizon. It didn’t help though–not yet anyway. In an act of desperation, I charged the woman zombie. I wanted to knock her over and take off down the hall in the other direction. With dawn coming, this was my best chance of survival. I would knock her over, run as fast as I could, get downstairs, grab my bag and find a hiding spot.

She snarled at me, as if she was surprised at this last ditch attempt at not becoming her breakfast.  I thrusted my hands out in front of me to knock her over. Right before I hit her, I saw the flicker of glowing eyes to my right. Crap. The other one made it, I thought right before I hit her like a freight train.

He lunged at me as I knocked her rotting, lifeless body over. I began to turn so I could offer up a defense against the inevitable attack from my new foe. Something wasn’t quite right though. I realized that I was falling, too! She must have grabbed onto me, or, maybe I just lost my balance. My equilibrium hasn’t been the best these past few years. Most likely because I had been gaining a ton of weight. My wife was an excellent cook, and she made an awesome 3 cheese lasagna.

But because I had fallen, the flesheater that lunged toward me hit the wall, and then fell. Turns out, their equilibrium isn’t all that great either. Kind of levels the playing field a bit.

I hit the ground hard. And because I was turning as I fell, my left shoulder hit the ground first. This caused my neck to jerk. It didn’t feel so good. I was starting to look like these beasts with my broken nose and the torn clothing that I’ve been wearing for weeks now. I felt something at my feet.

I picked my head up to see a set of snarling shark eyes examine my right leg as it came in for a bite. “AAAHHHH!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I felt another set of hands pulling at my shirt. They grabbed on to me and I began to swing my arms above my head to fight them off. Then I saw her glowing eyes as she faced the moonlight coming in from the window.

Her mouth was agape, and there was nothing I could do. What’s the point? I thought as an image of my lifeless wife flickered across my mind.

In an instant, I flipped to my right side kicking the one zombie by my feet hard enough to make him smack the wall for the second time. In one fluid motion, that continued on from that defensive kick, I got to my hands and knees. Forcing myself to defend against a frontal attack. I was shaky, but willing to live by doing whatever was necessary.

She was still lying on the ground, reaching for me. She moved her mouth up and down–as if practicing what she thought was inevitable. As the sun gave off more of its needed light, I saw something that I hadn’t noticed before. She was missing parts of the skin on her face. I could see clearly through her right cheek. There were exposed bones visible. This was the stuff nightmares were made of.

“Not today you old hag.” I said as I wobbled to my feet–I felt the blood dripping down from my nose as it throbbed. I looked to my left briefly to ensure that my other threat was at least temporarily neutralized. He still hasn’t moved. Good.

She snarled at me once again from the ground. I came at her and kicked her in the face as hard as I could. She flipped over, and didn’t move anymore.

Down the long corridor, I heard the low growling of the last flesheater.

Do I chance going back downstairs? Or, do I break into one of these locked doors, hoping for the best?

To be continued, one more time. What decision will he make? Will Leo live to fight another day? Stay tuned!

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