Chapter 3
Isabel led Zak to the normal sized bathroom. Zak went in and began his search.
“That Zak guy is kinda cute,” Max said to Emma. “I’m going to go talk to him.” Max waltzed over to Zak, who was digging through a drawer. “Whatcha doin'?”
“I’m going to make small bomb,” Zak stated, pulling out a can of hairspray. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a book of matches.
“You carry matches on you?” Max asked.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Zak asked as if she had asked him the most ridiculous question ever. “They come in handy when it comes to things I don’t like.”
Max blinked. “Backpedaling, backpedaling!” Max exclaimed, backing up out of the room and next to Emma. Emma couldn’t help but laugh at the scene despite the predicament they were in. “He really is crazy.”
“Don’t be mean. It will probably be his crazy ass that will get us out of here,” Emma said. “At least I hope so.”
Zak walked out of the bathroom with hairspray in matches in one hand, and what looked to be a perfume bottle in the other. He positioned himself in front of the door.
“Somebody want to open that for me?” Zak asked.
Everyone looked around at one another.
“I will,” Brian said, placing his hand on the handle of the door.
“Okay, on three,” Zak said, speaking as though it wasn’t a life or death situation. “One, two, three!”
Brian yanked open the door to reveal the mass of grotesque bodies. Zak lit a couple of matches and sprayed the hairspray on the flames, causing them to grow and swallow up the front zombies. They stumbled forward, seemingly unfazed by the flames.
“Great,” Max said. “What’s worse than zombies after us? How about flaming zombies after us?”
Zak cursed under his breath and flung the round sphere into to crowd of zombies. A small explosion slightly shook that floor and everyone froze, including the zombies. Only a small fraction was caught in the crossfire, but the ones on the edges seemed to be stunned. Everyone held their breath.
The zombies turned around, towards the sight of the explosion. The teenagers looked at each other confused. Brian held a finger to his lips to make sure everyone stayed quiet, and slowly left the room. He pointed in the other direction, showing there was a path that led back downstairs.
Slowly, everyone began to exit the room, making sure they didn’t make a noise.
Nobody knew what Amanda was expecting to see after leaving the room, but apparently it wasn’t a hoard of zombies directly to the right of them. As she walked out of the door, a rotting face was inches from hers. Amanda screamed.
In one fluid motion, every dead, white eye was looking their way.
“Run!” Alec commanded.
“Why?” Max laughed. “They go point three miles an hour, if that.” Max stood facing the slow moving zombies, still laughing. “They look worse than my uncle, and believe me, he’s quite the heavy drinker. Right, Izzy?” Max said, facing the group once again. “Like this one time—”
Brian shoved Max over to the side and pulled a vase that was on a nearby shelf to block the bite of what used to be a younger girl. Brian pushed it back, casing the girl to stumble to the floor.
“Can we leave now?” Brian asked.
Max nodded, a little shaken. “T-thanks.”
The group ran down the stairs, taking two at a time.
“So, I’m pretty sure the zombies can only hear us,” Emma huffed. “So if we be super quiet, we should be fine, right?”
“For a little while, anyway,” Max shrugged. They got to the door that led outside into the night and opened it up.
“It’s either the zombies are smarter than they are in the movies,” Zak said, “or we are just really unlucky people.”
The group watched as multiple zombies bit, scratched, and tore at tires and engines to the cars that were lined up.
“Where do we go?” Emma whispered.
“The tool shed,” Max answered. “We need weapons.”
Emma nodded. “Where is it?”
Max smiled sheepishly. “It may or may not be passed those zombies over there,” Max said, pointing to a spot where a small concentration of zombies stood.
“Great,” Isabel rolled her eyes. “Now what?”
“A distraction would be nice,” Alec stated.
Zak shot his hand in the air. “Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! Pick me!”
Everybody stared at Zak.
“Zak, would you—” Alec started.
“Yes!” Zak shouted before he could finish.
“I’ll come!” Max offered.
“Max!” Isabel yelled.
“Um, guys?” Sam asked.
“What? Will you be worried about your little sister?” Max smiled towards Isabel.
“No! It’s just, um,” Isabel stuttered.
“Hm? I can’t seem to understand you,” Max said, placing a hand behind her ear as if to listen better.
“Guys?” Sam asked again.
“You’re such a pain, Max!” Isabel yelled. “I can’t show the slightest bit of concern without you—”
“Guys!” Sam shouted, making everyone look at the small kid. He pointed angrily at the advancing zombies. “With all your shouting, they are already on their way here!”
“Oh,” Max dragged out. She pulled out two decretive lawn ornaments that consisted of a metal pole that went into the ground and dragonflies on the top. She passed one to Zak. He took it with a smile. “We’ll outrun them and circle back to the shack, okay?”
Zak nodded. “Suicide mission!” Zak yelled out, dashing across the lawn. Max ran after him and they hit the metal poles together, causing it to echo through the air. The zombies froze for a second and then made their way towards the loud noise.
The rest of the group quickly ran across the grass towards the small shack full of potential weapons. Isabel threw open the door and they ran in. They scanned over the tools, never thinking they would have to use everyday lawn equipment as zombie killing weapons.
Amanda screamed, making everyone look over as a straggling zombie from the group must have heard them. With reflexes nobody would have thought was possible, Alec swung a shovel off the hook it was resting on and sliced it towards the zombie’s neck, causing it to fly off the shoulders. Dark blood oozed from the gaping wound as the body fell to the floor, twitching slightly.
“Dude,” Emma said in awe.
Alec turned towards the group to see everyone staring at him. “What?” Alec shrugged nonchalantly.
“That was awesome,” Brian said, equally astonished as everyone else.
Alec shrugged again and looked sheepishly at the floor. “Thanks.”
“Chainsaw!” Sam said excitedly, breaking the focus from his brother. He grabbed the red colored chainsaw off the wall and held it out. To Emma, it looked quite large in the small boy’s hands. Sam wore a smile on his face as he examined the weapon.
"Who exactly are your parents?" Emma asked, looking at Alec and Sam.
“Our dad’s in the secret service and our mom is part of the Black Ops,” Alec stated normally.
Emma held up a hand. “Enough said.”
Alec smirked. “Quite perfect, don’t you think?”
“It would be perfect if they dropped by to help,” Emma said. She glazed over the sharp objects hanging on the wall and plucked off a pitchfork. “You guys have lots of things here collecting dust.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure glad it’s here,” Isabel said, shakily grabbing a metal shovel.
Max and Zak busted into the room and shut the door, both panting and sweating.
“Who decapitated the zombie out there?” Zak asked between breaths.
“Alec, why?” Emma answered.
As if presenting a trophy, Zak held up the bodiless head. “It’s Payton!”
Amanda let out a scream and everyone took and involuntary step back. The head’s jaw continued to move and a gurgling sound escaped its mouth.
“Oh, hey, look at that,” Alec said. “I’ve always kind of wanted to hurt that jerk but I never thought I’d get to behead him.”
“Alec!” Isabel yelled.
“Sorry, bad joke,” Alec said.
“Zak! Get rid of it!” Emma said.
Zak sighed. “Fine.” He walked outside for a few seconds and then returned, going to a bucket of tools to search for a weapon.
“How did it go?” Emma asked Max.
“One good thing is that they are all super slow,” Max said, pushing a sweat-soaked strand of hair behind her ear. “Bad thing is that they have the numbers, that’s for sure. It won’t matter how slow they are if they end up surrounding us. I say we grab weapons and leave. I’m sure it won’t be long before one of them hears us.”
“My truck is a couple blocks down the road,” Emma said. “I think that’s our best shot at getting into town.”
“What do you think we’ll find back home?” Sam asked, his bright blue eyes filled with hope looking up at the girls. Emma and Max looked at each other. Max shrugged.
“I don’t know,” Emma said slowly. “I don’t want to say everything is going to be fine, because I really don’t feel like it will.”
“Just be a little more pessimistic,” Max rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to the ginger. She has no soul.”
“Hey!” Emma said, but couldn’t keep herself from smiling.
Max smiled back. “Oh, you know you love me.”
A half groaning, half gurgling noise made every head turn towards Zak, who was sitting by the disembodied head. With a straight face the made Emma want to laugh despite the situation, Zak reached over and clamped the zombie Payton’s jaw closed, making the noise less audible.
“Zak,” Isabel groaned. “Get rid of that now, please.”
“But why? It’s kind of cute,” Zak pouted, holding up the head by its ears. The jaw opened and closed as if it was trying to bite Zak.
“Throw it out,” Max said, opening the door.
“But I don’t want to,” Zak complained. “I like Payton much better this way.”
Sam walked up to Zak and pointed towards the open door. “Get rid of it,” Sam said.
Zak stared at Sam for a minute, and then stood up. “Okay,” Zak said, walking towards the door. He dropped the head and kicked it on the way down, sending it flying away. Zak wordlessly closed the door and sat back down. He noticed everyone was staring at him. “What?”
“Nothing,” Emma said, shaking her head. “Let’s all hurry up and get out of here before we are found.”
Everybody picked out some form of weapon and gathered around the door.
“We have to be quiet,” Brian said. “Not one word out of this place. Tip-toe and make as little noise as possible.”
Every head nodded.
Brian took a deep breath and opened up the door.
Just as a zombie happened to be strolling on by.
Amanda screamed, making the zombie turn its head towards the group.
“Will somebody please gag that girl?” Emma said frustrated.
“I will!” Max said happily, looking over at Amanda with an evil-looking smile.
“That’ll have to wait,” Brian said, gripping the hoe he had chosen for a weapon as more zombies caught on to where their next meal would be. “Looks like we aren’t leaving here silently.”