I Am Zombie Bait

Chapter 36

I never thought the phrase "life stinks" could so accurately apply to me. But there I was, in a sewer, surrounded by zoms who had been soaking in the water for who knows how long, with nothing but a couple pistols and a shotgun. That didn't sound so bad until I remembered, oh yeah, I didn't have that much ammo. That's why I didn't like guns. They were loud and you never had enough bullets. To make things better, Sussex had Eliza at gun point as a means to keep me in place, not that I could've easily escaped. It seemed he wanted me rather dead. Guess he took me coming to kill him personally. I still had my pistols in my hands, but those weren't going to be very useful. At least, not for what I had in mind. I shoved them back into theirs holsters and slung the shotgun off my shoulder, holding it from the barrel like a club. I'd prefer my metal bat, but beggars can't be choosers.

I heard laughing from above. "And what are you going to do with that? Swat at flies?"I ignored Sussex's jeering, which honestly could've used some work, and the shaking of the edges of my world, which was really getting worse, and focused on strategy. Zoms had a bad habit of swarming like a hill of ants. If I stayed put, I'd get over run in less than a minute. I needed to find a way out or at least stay on the move. Ugh, I was so tired. So getting out was preferable. Getting out where Sussex and his people were wasn't an option, but lucky for me, Bubba made a big hole, giving me plenty of other places to try and climb to my freedom. And I had a so very crazy idea for going about it. What's new?

I began running, stupid cardio again, straight toward Bubba. A number of zoms were already standing between me and him, but hey, why should that stop me? Because they wanted to chew my face off, that's why. I decided to take a more passive stance and not try to kill the zoms as I went. Don't get me wrong. A dead zom was a good zom, but I didn't exactly have the opportunity to bash all the heads in.

I weaved my way around most of the zoms, easily dodging them. Many fell over after I got passed them either from their bad coordination or me knocking them over with my shotgun club. It probably looked like I was heading to my death. Which I probably was. I wasn't an idiot. Bubba may not have been moving, for whatever reason, but I didn't believe for a second he was dead. I mean, all he did was fall in a hole, a shallow one for him. I'd already seen him take down buildings without any trouble. If that fall was enough to kill him, I'd eat my boot.

Now as for Sussex and his group, they probably thought he was dead. That's the only way they'd ever come out of cover and do something as stupid as try and let me die. This worked really well for me, because I was about to go wake him up. Yeah, it sounded stupid, but I was already trapped in a sewer full of zoms. All I was gonna do was toss a grenade into the chaos and hope it threw things even more out of whack enough for me to crawl out alive. It was the only half a chance I had. Someone smarter might have come up with something better, but it's hard to think with a horde of sewer zoms trying to get a bite out of you.

Bubba hadn't been far off, which was good for me since zombie dodging wasn't really the sport I'd go for the gold in. Still, I made it to his outstretched arm still in one piece. The zoms were quickly coming together though, and they really wanted a piece of me. Bubba still wasn't moving, even with flesh as tempting as mine right in front of him, so I jumped up onto his arm and began running down it. He was face down in the water, so I wasn't about to try and slap him awake. I'd had a better idea anyway. I flipped the shotgun back the right way round in my hands, pumped the handle, pointed it straight at Bubba's temple, and fired.

So I only half expected it to kill him. I mean, I was shotting him in the temple with a shotgun, most things would die from that. But Bubba here was a tough zombie cookie. I'd already figured out that it was because of that skin he had along with all the blubber underneath. It was all thick and tough. Which was why I wasn't surprised when he shifted and began to try to pick himself up after I put a new hole in his head. Of course, now that he was shifting under me, standing on him became a lot harder. I quickly ran down his back. The plan now was... uh... okay. I didn't have a plan. I was kinda just winging it.