First 12 Chapters - How I Became A Crazy Cat Lady To Survive A Zombpocalyse

11 (rewritten)

Chapter 11

Cursing under her breath. Babs wanted to start screaming but she knew it would draw the zombies. Instead, she picked up King, put him in the cab of the panel truck, and started the half mile drive to the library. Barely looking around, the only stop she made was in front of the pharmacy. Hurrying inside, she took all the batteries off of the small display, then went to the back storeroom. She had already taken all the medication she could use, but she put more vitamins and supplements, all the melatonin gummies, and PPV, into two medication delivery totes. As she pushed the cart out, she stopped and put all Mr. Ocampo had stocked of her particular brand of hair products and soaps in a third tote. She picked up two portable HEPA-filter units and DC/AC adapters while getting all the mentholated vapor rub. "At least, I'll be able to breathe in the truck."

As she walked out, she looked around sadly, remembering all the nights laughing with the pharmacist and his elderly mother who died from the Pandemic Four VRFS like her father.

"Goodbye, Mr. Ocampo."

Loading the totes, Babs hurried to get back in the truck and drive away, as she saw two of the undead residents of Baltimore watching her from the shade of an open garage. She wondered how they got the door open because it was closed last week. She left them behind, then reached over and petted King.

"I guess you and I are going on a road trip, big guy. At least I'm not as allergic to you as I am to all those other long-haired cats."

She backed the panel truck into the drive of the library loading dock. Walking to the rear door, Babs swiped her key card for what she feared was the last time. She showed Theodora the shelves that had the bound books on them. As the centenarian looked at the description she had written on the covers, Babs went downstairs to pack her meager belongings and put her remaining groceries into one of the shopping carts she had taken from the Asian market. Noisily, she dragged the cart up the stairs and then pushed it outside. She loaded it into the back of the panel truck before going back for another load. On the third trip with the grocery cart, she realized she was done except for the medical books and bound notebooks she had made with the claw-comb bookbinder. As she unloaded the cart, she heard a noise behind her..

"I'm almost done, Theodora. I just need to get the books and medical text into the truck. I don't like that the books are loose. Do you think we could stop and get some totes from the..." Babs froze as she turned around and saw the man from the pet store glaring at her. He was covered in bites and bleeding through the bandages he had wrapped around his hands, face, and head. It appeared that he had lost an ear.

"You're not going anywhere," He growled her, almost inhumanly as he climbed up into the truck.

There was nowhere for her to go, nowhere to flee, so she rammed him with the cart slamming him hard to the pavement of the loading dock as she scrambled for the open door of the library. She tried to pull the door shut, but he grasped the edge through the crack and pulled it open with surprising strength. Turning to run down the hall, she was tackled from behind.

"Get off! Get off!" She screeched; rolling over, she began to hit and punch him.

"You did this to me, you bytch. You killed me and I am gonna have some fun before I kill you."

"I don't think so, young man," Theodora's imperious tone caused the man to raise up.

"Theodora, run!" Babs snapped, trying to throw the man off.

"This doesn't concern you, old woman," the man snapped at her.

"Oh, it concerns me a great deal, that's my future great-granddaughter-in-law, and I will kill you to protect her."