I Am Zombie Bait

Chapter 3

I squatted down quickly behind one of the last standing shelves, making only a little noise. I didn't get a good like at him, or her, but it was tall. That much I saw. I am not tall. AKA, my legs are short. So between the two of us, he, or she, would be the one to win the 100 meter dash. And then he/she, I seriously didn't get a good look at them, would chew my face off.

I heard it let out a moan as it stumbled a little bit towards the center of the room. I kept my breathing even, staying calm. Panicking was not gonna help, despite how much my mind really wanted to do it. I had to be smart about this. If I couldn't run from him, sneaking would be the next step. I decided to think of it as a guy because, well, stereotypically they are more trouble. And he had moved towards the door, AKA my escape route, because the wind outside was making it shake. Blasted snowstorm! And I was not going to try to go through the back. There could be a whole zom party going on back there. Okay, so that only left one option, kill it. That was harder than it sounded. No, I could do this. I've killed three of them already, what's one more?

I moved around the shelf as the zom turned my direction. It was coming this way, because why not? Well I wasn't about to give fate more chances to screw me over, so I decided to go simple. Aim for the head. Only his, hey look at that it was a he, head was a few heads higher than my head. Plan b, bring him down to my level. I waited for him to be a few steps away before I jumped out. Throwing everything I had into it, I swung the bat right at the zombies kneecap. There was a crunch that made my knees hurt and the zombie fell down with a groan. Before it had a chance to do anything else, I was standing on his chest, bat over my head.

"Howdy." No idea why I felt the need to say that, but it happened. I swung down, hard. I will say this for bats, they get the job done a lot better than rebar does. There was one good crunch and the zom went still. The feeling of crushing his skull lingered in my arms making me shiver. I doubted I'd ever get used to that. It also didn't help that the stench got worse after the zom was dead. I stretched my arm as I straightened back up. I was getting a real workout today. I heard something clatter in the back room and looked back in time to see three more zoms coming out.

"Ah fudge ripple," I said as they screamed. I ran to the door and burst out, the zoms close behind. The wind hit me hard as I got outside. That snow was coming down in thick sheets now, blanketing everything in white. I didn't have time to appreciate it with three zoms on my heels. I looked around, remembering that there had been another zom out here earlier, but the snow was so thick I could hardly see. I decided to worry about it later as I ran. I glanced behind me to see the three zoms slip on the snow and fall down. Turns out being dead really tanks your coordination. I let out a laugh before facing forward again. I don't know how far I got before I turned down a different street, but as I did I slowed to a walk, panting heavily. I made a mental note to get more exercise.

I looked around for an open building. The storm was getting worse and I needed shelter. Something sturdier than a tent if I could manage it. A really strong gust blew, seeming to cut right through my jackets. When the apocalypse started up, it was smack in the middle of summer, so the thickest thing I'd had with me was my boots. As time went out, I'd barely managed to get ahold of one jacket until earlier that day when I found that second one. Long story short, brrr.

I trudged toward one of the taller buildings nearby. I only made it a few steps when I heard a groan. From out of nowhere, a zom came running. It tackled me to the ground, trying its hardest to get a bite out of me. I would like to say it was skill that stopped it from sinking its teeth into me. But that was a total lie. It was luck, pure luck that when I turned toward it I lifted my bat a little into the air. It was also pure luck that the zom tripped a little before reaching me causing his head to dip just a little. And yes, it was luck that lead to the zom chewing on the bat instead of my arm when we landed on the ground.