12. Chapter 11: Zombie Attack (1/2)

chapter 11: zombie attack

i watched as the zombie strode closer to velma and i, the zombie's walk becoming more and more rushed as she fixed her beady blue eyes upon us. while she staggered a bit like the zombies i had seen last night, her walk was becoming smoother and more fluid as she approached us, as if she were slowly perfecting how to move. even more remarkable than her walk was the blood stained on her clothes and body. although we were danger, i stood rooted as though in a trance: i couldn't

eak my gaze from the blood that was dripping down the zombie's lips and trailing behind her as she walked. was that blood from her victims? or was it her own blood? i shuddered to even consider how vicious these former citizens were now that they were zombies.

"daphne, run!" velma screamed. she shook my shoulders in an effort to pull me out of my trance.

i jolted as i fully realized the danger that was hastening before me. spinning on my heels, i ran in the opposite direction, with velma following behind me. just a few feet behind us was the zombie, panting and screeching as she attempted to keep up with us.

suddenly i heard a loud smack, and i stopped to look behind me. velma had somehow managed to stumble and fall face first onto the ground. her glasses laid on the ground a few feet away from her.

"jinkies, my glasses," velma said, as she began crawling and blindly patting the ground around her, attempting to locate them. "i can't see a thing without my glasses!"

the zombie pursuing us slowed as she approached velma, who would be helpless against the zombie without her glasses. my best friend is not about to become zombie food, i thought as i raced towards the zombie.

"hey you freak, don't even think about touching her!" i yelled, as i raced towards the zombie. i was nearing the zombie and raising my fist, prepared to smack her in her waxy, pale face, when something huge suddenly smashed into my side, sending me staggering into the lockers lined up against the hallway. before i could even process what had happened, something rammed into my side again, this time sending me sprawling onto the ground.

i moaned and grasped at my side as it was wracked with spasms of pain. a few feet away from me, velma was still patting at the ground around her, failing to locate her glasses. and hovering just above velma was the zombie who was chasing us, but standing next to her was another zombie, this one a tall, thin, almost scrawny looking man wearing loose fitting jeans and a relaxed t-shirt, and like his counterpart, he too had blood stains on his clothing and freckled around his mouth.

i shivered as i attempted to fight through the pain and raise my body up from the ground. the male zombie must have been what had pushed into me when i was attempting to help velma.