The Zombie Resistance

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Becca screamed, ruining our hallmark moment. We all jumped up, scanning the area for the intruding noise.

"What was that," Sara whispered under her breath, clutching a knife. Where'd she get the freaking knife? Did she have it on her this whole time?

The room was silent, save for a large thud that was coming from somewhere in the house.

The thumping continued, and I could hear the telltale groaning of a zombie. It racked my bones, and I could feel Tom shake next to me.

That horrid groaning paused for a moment, locking us in a frozen silence. Then, quite suddenly, it started again, closer to the door.

I desperately started grabbing for a weapon and ended up with a lamp. I hoped zombies could be knocked out. Caine gripped his gun so tight that his knuckles were turning white. The door suddenly pounded, and everyone screamed at the same time.

Thump.

Thump.

It was silent again. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise. The lamp post was slippery in my sweaty hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tom rummaging through his bag. He grabbed a short, scrawny knife and clutched it close to his chest.

The door was hit again. Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of wood snapping.

"We're so screwed." someone whispered.

"Shut the hell up. We'll be fine." I heard myself saying.

"Want to bet?" another voice asked, barely audible above the groaning, no, screaming of the zombie and the pounding on the door.

"Have you ever fought anything, even thrown a punch before?"

"No, have you?"

"No."

"Guess we are screwed."

The door fell down, revealing the figure in the door. I let out a premeditated squeal. The zombie standing in the doorway was... Underwhelming.

A rather short, stout, and old woman stood before us. She groaned, her swelled up, decomposing body struggling to move. I almost laughed at the sight of the grandma zombie shuffling towards us.

"What!" Caine yelled, "All this freaking buildup and this was what we were afraid of?! A goddamn old ass dead grandma?" he laughed loudly, pointing the gun at her little bowed head. "Well, don't I feel stupid?"

Grandma zombie snarled at him, letting her tiny set of dentures fall to the floor. I felt bad for this poor little old grandma zombie, maybe she was just going for a stroll and was attacked. She wasn't a threat, did we really need to kill her, or re-kill her?

"Caine..." I trailed off.

"Yeah, Lana? What is it?" he turned his neck towards me, showing off a crazed smile.

"Do we really have to shoot her? She's just a little old lady..."

As I spoke, I saw grambie shuffle closer to us, almost smiling with her tiny little wet gums, that were dripping with something very red and...

"Holy shit!" Becca screamed, pointing to the grambie's hand, which was clutching a very fresh intestine. With a smile, the sweet little grambie slurped up the remains. Slowly, she shuffled even closer, and, like fools, we stood there, motionless.

"Grrrrraaaaa!" Grambie screamed, moving with the same agility the zombie kids back at the school had.

"Holy shit!" Caine yelled, dropping his gun.

"Grrrraaaaa!" The zombie pounced on top of Tom, pinning him down.

"Shoot her! Holy crap! Shoot her!" Tom screamed as he fought grambie off. I stared at him in horror, screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Caine! Shoot right now!" Tom continued to scream curses, batting the zombie away from his face.

Caine stood in shock, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Grambie snarled again, forcing her decaying fingers into Tom's neck. Suddenly, I heard gunshots ring in the room. Little bullet holes appeared on the zombie. She- it- groaned, pawing at the bullet lodged in between her eyebrows, her milky eyes fading.

"Grrrraaaa..." The zombie's final groan sounded like a question, words the zombie couldn't form. It collapsed onto Tom, and he pushed her off, shaking violently. Sara stood at the edge of the room, grasping a pistol tightly.