How to Date an Android

How to Date an Android Chapter 42

I didn't want to go that way, nor did we need to but it was sobering how fragile life is.

I go to the edge of the roof with Barbara moving behind me in power save mode. It feels like she's sluggish and has a hard time moving quickly though, even though she looks real enough and is always looking at me in the eye. Was that...did she just wink at me?

"Stay away from the edge of the building," I warned her. I still worry about something latching onto her when she's vulnerable like this.

I'm trying to think about how to get her and me down there without being bit.

I begin splashing undead below us with my pipe but it's not easy. Since the pipe isn't as long I have to really reach out and down and I don't like that. There are a few here that weren't there before and they are still having strays come over here, attracted from the playground area where a large number of them have somehow gotten into the yard from outside the school. I try to take them out still but its slow work.

"Jack, you'll have to give me the signal when to go. I have to be the last one to leave. If I leave before you do, they might try to follow my line of sight and accidentally figure out how to leave the elementary school, not to mention they'll be able to get up on the roof," Ruth said.

The plus side of this is that this type of elementary school has atrium hall extensions which makes it confusing for a live person to navigate. In theory that would mean the undead wouldn't automatically find their way out instantly. They could end up turning around in the atrium a few times before taking the right halls.

It's also all we have to bank on.

Shit.

But then the worst thing imaginable happens.

"Help!" someone screams from inside the building running down the hall towards u. There's the sound of something like a tumult and running footsteps. Then something crashing like desks or chairs being pushed over and glass breaking.

"I know you're out there! Rescue me please!" the most awful shouting of someone calls out to us. It sounds like a young man maybe?

Dang, someone spotted us. A survivor must have been in the school though I had no idea they'd still be alive till now. I have no idea how that happened. We hear him screaming as he's racing towards the doors even before he bursts through while a shit ton of zombies are following his lousy ass.

And even worse, he fled out the door that was right next to where we were about to flee from. He is literally seconds away from becoming a meat pie for a whole slew of undead. And the fucker dies right then and there after drawing a shit pile of undead on top of himself in a massive tangly dog pile.

Right in front of where we were about to go out.

Damn it.

The dog pile doesn't stop there because the zombies are all riled up, wanting some place to go to and there's like a good forty or fifty of them now blocking our way. They are snarling and frisky, even sometimes accidentally nipping each other like dogs might. And there aren't enough places for all of them to latch onto for meat, so they are moving about trying to find prey. They look more aggressive than a lot of the other zombies I've seen so far and I'm trying to find out why.

I can't believe this! He just cut off our escape! Some idiot loser just screwed up our ride out of here, knowing he was already dead before he messed this up.

How the hell are we supposed to get home now?

I curse him, even while he screams to death as about thirty extra undead are now in the yard area.