Tight Spot [√]

Step 1

The Essential Guide to Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse

Step 1 - Run.  Run very fast.

“Please,” I growled, “Like I didn’t know that!”

I looked around the room in frustration.  It had taken me months to get here, months of running, running very fast.   This book was supposed to save us.  It was supposed to tell me what to do to save humanity. 

I had heard about it in one of those human interest stories before the wonder drug TIGHT was released to the public.  Someone had placed a freedom of information request into this council to view their Emergency Procedure Manual for Zombie Invasion.  It was given so much publicity that the council were forced to provide a plan.

It wasn’t easy getting here and given what I had been through, I expected something more than this!

 Maybe it got better.  It better get better.

I couldn’t face the disappointment that page one of the thin book held, so instead I wiped a pattern in the dust.  This room, these council offices, belonged to another world.  A world were housewives gossiped, lawns were kept short, school results mattered and the Tight didn’t walk the streets at night.  It was a world I missed.  But it was a world long gone.

Strange, I looked at the piles of books on the floor, these had been disturbed.  There was a dust-free section of the bookshelf which clearly housed them until recently.  Why?  The Tight would have no reason to come down here.  They weren’t interested or capable of reading. 

The Tight were no longer flexible.  It was an unexpected side effect.  Somehow their muscles seized up and stayed that way, and of course the male muscle that many took Tight to enlarge wasn’t exempt.  So they were clenched into body builder poses with every muscle taut and erect.  Maybe the drug also affected their brains, or it could have been the pain involved, but whatever the cause they were insane and bent on relieving their immediate and most noticeable point of pressure.

One might have stumbled down here hoping to find a survivor and knocked these to the floor while it thrashed around.  The books could have fallen into a distinct pile.  But that didn’t explain the fact not much else was disturbed. 

I fidgeted with the corner of the page of the book which still sat open on my lap.  If a Tight was down here I should leave.  The light was dim down here.  They didn’t like light, their eye lids didn’t blink rapidly anymore so they hid during the daylight hours. 

I slowly shut the book and pushed it into my backpack while keeping my eyes on the shadows.  Yes, I should go now.  I had what I came for.  It was time to go.

Slowly I back up towards the door.  I spun and collided with a wall.  My head snapped back as my arms flailed out.  I teetered on my heels as I tried to save myself.  But my centre was already overbalanced.  I could feel myself falling backwards.  In that horrible moment realisation hit, I was falling and there was nothing I could do to save myself. Damn, this was going to hurt!

Everything moved in slow motion, my arms circling as I tried to grab onto something, my body tilting as it inevitably moved backwards and two strong tentacle like arms wrapping themselves around my waist. 

Two strong arms?  Around my waist?

What? 

What the hell?

I screamed. 

I couldn’t decide if I was screaming because I was falling or due to the huge man who stood before me.