Mania of the Zombies Book 44

Chapter Eleven-Sex and Zombies and other matters....

Penn Station,

New York,

2 March, 2014,

7:00 AM.

It was a busy morning in New York.

Bev Hart walked down 131st Street. 7th Avenue was swarming with locals, visitors, and other people who were experiencing The Big Apple for the first time...or the millionth time. The Island served as one of the safest places in America.

US Military soldiers checked for shoplifters. The terrorism dogs patrolled the area...searching everyone's bags for drugs...or weapons.

Movement caught Bev's eye.

It was a man.

Plastic explosives was strapped to his chest.

"It's the Zombies! You can't stop the Zombies. He knows what is going to happen. I've seen it! They feed; they bite; they rip your-".

One of the soldiers fired a machine gun into his chest. The terrorist's body thudded to the ground. Everyone screamed in horror...as Bev fled to the Ladies' Restroom...and slammed the door before she was killed.

***

"What the hell's that matter with you?". Colonel Greg Ullmann asked. He saw Officer Martine Jane look at the terrorist.

"Is he dead?".

"Yes, look! There's something on his face. A lesion I think. It's small. How come we didn't see anything?".

"He was an insurgent. Because he's dead, we need to bury him". The Colonel blocked all entry into the Station, "...We have one hour to shut everything down".

"There's a lot of people".

"I know there is...".

And, while they bickered, the terrorist rose from the dead.

"Hungry!", it shouted.

And, as it attacked a businesswoman, they fired into his back. But it didn't die. It kept moving. It fed on her throat.

She screamed.

And, when she was infected, yet more panic coursed through the Station. And, consequently, a new group of Risers begun to bite anyone who got in their way...and no one could prevent the Undead's numbers from rising to over 2,000 people.

***

Bev looked at herself in the mirror.

She saw several women applying make-up. They didn't want to miss the 8:00 AM time. Everyone closed ranks once they heard the gun shots.

"Nadie está muerto?", a Spanish woman asked.

"Mató a un terrorista".

The woman spoke to her friend in Spanish. She prayed, as they walked out of the Ladies' room. "Estancia".

They nodded.

"Mi nombre es Bev".

"Carla. And Rita", Carla, the first woman who spoke, told her in fractured English. All the women heard the unearthly screaming.

Bev noticed the EMERGENCY EXIT sign.

"Ir allí. Bajamos los pasos... y abrir la puerta". 

They opened the door.

The walked down the steps.

Bev opened the door.

"Que somos libres!", she yelled excitedly.