I've posted it in a couple of other forums. I guess I'll post it here too. Maybe we'll get some more traffic in here . Let me know what you think of it. Chapter 1 The intense July heat was almost unbarable. Being stuck on the interstate in traffic that hadn't moved for the last ten minutes didn't help, either. Eric was just returning home from his best friend's wedding. He'd been driving for a few hours when he drove up on the traffic jam. He silently cursed himself for not stopping at the last rest stop. Maybe he could have gotten some warning. He turned the radio to the channel with the traffic reports and found out that there had been a very big accident a couple of miles up ahead. Apparently there were casualties and until they could get it clear noone could go around. There was a concrete wall in the median and both sides of the road had guard rails blocking him in. There was no traffic on the other side of the road. Apparently the accident had spanned from one side of the interstate to the other. He wasn't going anywhere. Restless people up and down the road were getting out of their cars and congregating so Eric decided to follow suit. He walked up to the old Volkswagon bug that was parked right in front of him. The man saw him walking up and got out. "How bad do you think it is up there?" Eric asked. As he approached him he could smell the unmistakable scent of marijuana smoke. "Fuck if I know man. My radio doesn't even work," the old guy said leaning against his car. He looked to be in his early 40s. He was wearing a tshirt and cutoff shorts with a pair of sandals. He had long, brown hair with thick streaks of grey pulled back in a ponytail. His eyes seemed to be solid red. "Is there an accident up there or somethin?" "Yeah they're saying it's really bad. They've got both lanes closed and they're not letting anyone by until they get it cleared off," Eric told him. He tried not to notice that the guy was obviously stoned. "That sucks dude. Well I guess we're gonna be here a while," the old guy said as he pulled out a joint. "Might as well make the best of it. Hey you want a hit, dude?" he asked Eric as he was lighting up. Eric was a little shocked by the man's brashness but he couldn't help but crack a smile. "No thanks man I don't smoke," he said. He still had the remnants of a pretty bad hangover and the thought of smoking a joint didn't sit well with him, anyway. "Suit yourself, dude. Oh, hey, my name's Jon." Jon offered his hand to Eric. Eric shook it and introduced himself. Just then a woman got out of the car behind Eric's and walked over to them. She was about five and a half feet tall with brown hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of shorts with a skimpy top. Eric caught himself staring but she didn't seem to mind. Then she started talking. "When the hell are they gonna get the road clear?" she demanded. "Oh my god I can't believe this. I'm supposed to be at a party in Denver tonight." Despite her good looks Eric couldn't help but be put off by her attitude. It didn't seem to be directed at him but it was still annoying. "They still aren't sure, " Eric said. "How long does it take to get a few cars off of the road," she whined. Then she noticed the joint in Jon's hand. "Oh my god are you smoking weed?" she looked at him in disbelief. "Yeah you want a hit?" he asked as he offered it to her. "Are you stupid?" she asked him. "We're in public." Jon just shrugged and took another hit. She just let it go and tried to ignore him as she took out her cell phone and fiddled around with it trying to find a signal. "I can't get any bars on my cell phone," she began whining. "How am I supposed to tell my friends that I'm not gonna make it?" "It's two o'clock in the afternoon," Eric said. "I'm sure you'll make it home in time." Seeing her trying her cell phone reminded him to check his own but he didn't have service either. "See? Mine doesn't work either." "We're out in the middle of nowhere, man. Nobody gets service out here" Jon responded. "And it could take em all day to get the road cleared off." Amy groaned and then turned around to walk back to her car. "Fuck this. It's too hot out here," she said. "I'm gonna go sit in the air conditioning." Neither Jon or Eric were dissapointed to see her leave. "What a bitch," Eric said. "Yeah no shit man," Jon said. "I'd still hit it, though." They both chuckled at that. Eric and Jon continued to talk and asked a few of the other people nearby what they thought was going on. By now the line of cars hadn't moved for at least half an hour and it just kept getting longer. The next exit back was at least twenty-five miles away and the highway was surrounded by fields on all sides. With the guard rails and the cement wall in the median and everyone packed together no one could go anywhere. The next exit was just past where Eric thought that the accident must be. That was a couple of miles up the road. Every once in a while a motorcycle would come by on the shoulder. Most of them were moving pretty fast. The shoulder out here wasn't that big and watching them speed by was making him a little nervous. Then he noticed someone approaching on a bike on the other side of the median. He kept yelling at the people in the road as he was riding by. At first Eric couldn't understand what the guy was saying but whatever it was obviously had an effect on people. Some of them were getting back in their cars. Others were starting to walk towards the accident. Most of the people were starting to walk towards them looking over their shoulders as they came, though. Finally the man got close enough that Eric could hear what he had to say. "There's a riot up there! The cops are shooting people! Everyone's going crazy! Get out of here!" he yelled as he was passing them. At first Eric thought that the guy must be nuts or maybe he just wanted to get a rise out of people. It was hot out but it wasn't that miserable. Why would people start going crazy just because they had to wait for an accident to get cleared up? More importantly why would the cops start shooting at anyone? Eric thought about it for a second and then realized that the crowd of people approaching him seemed to be getting bigger. There were people on both sides of the median and they were obviously moving away from the accident. Then off in the distance he heard what could have been gunshots. Instinctively he reached for his .38 to reassure himself that it was still there. "Dude were those gunshots?" Jon asked. "I think so," said Eric. He was still a little surprised. "Fuck man we need to get out of here. Did you hear what that dude on the bike said? The cops are shooting people!" Jon was starting to panic as he reached into the back seat of his car. He pulled out a pump action shotgun and a backpack and spent a few seconds filling it with things in his car. The sight of the shotgun in the old stoner's hands made Eric pause. "Hey Eric snap out of it dude," Jon said as he was finishing up. "Did you hear a word I just said? Finally Eric came back to reality. "Yeah I heard you," he said. "Sorry I was spacing out." he ran over to his car and pulled out a dufflebag of his own and started filling it up. Jon followed him to his car with the shotgun at the ready. Eric grabbed what he could as he wondered what could be going on up there. He was also trying to decide what he was going to do next. He really wished that his cell phone could get a signal. He turned the radio on after he was done packing his bag and he and Jon listened to it for a moment. "....accident several miles east of Denver. There were multiple casualties and the police have spent the morning trying to clear the road. Several of the people stuck on the highway have resorted to violence and the police involved have responded in kind. There are reports that shots have been fired. Police at the scene were overpowered and the angry crowd continues to grow. Citizens near the town of Limon have been advised to stay in their houses until the authorites can get this under control. Everyone has been urged to remain calm." Eric turned off the radio. "What now?" he asked Jon. The concentration of people coming towards them was getting thicker and the crowd was moving faster. He could also see several people getting off of the interstate and walking through the fields. He noticed some farm houses in the distance and decided that they might have the right idea. "I dunno man. I say we start walkin," Jon said. If they're gonna send in SWAT or whatever I don't wanna get caught up in it when the bullets start flyin." "Good point," Eric agreed. "The nearest gas station is on the other side of the accident. Other than that the last exit was twenty-five miles back. Maybe we should walk over to one of those farm houses and see if they can help us. If nothing else they might know what the hell is going on." "Lead the way dude," Jon said. They were making their way towards the guard rail when the woman in the car behind them got out and ran up to them, "Wait! Wait! Let me come with you please!" She yelled. As she approached them she said, "I heard what the radio said about the riots. They're shooting people up there! Please let me come with you," she said quickly. Jon looked at Eric like it was up to him. The first thing Eric noticed was that she didn't have anything besides the clothes on her back and the purse over her shoulder. The cheap sandals on her feet didn't look like they'd hold up for long. Unfortunately, she also had a very effective "feel sorry for me" look on her face that he couldn't resist. He didn't really expect them to have to go very far so he agreed to let her come. "It's a free country," he shrugged. Her face immediately lit up. As she was following them she introduced herself. "I'm Amy." "I'm Eric and this is Jon," Eric said as they approached the edge of the highway. As they were climbing over the guard rail Eric couldn't help but notice that the gunshots were becoming more frequent and they were getting closer. As they were climbing down the hill that led up to the interstate from the field another man on a bicycle rode by yelling something about zombies eating everyone. While they didn't want to believe him it didn't stop them all from picking up their pace. They started jogging towards the nearest house. As they got farther away from the interstate Eric kept looking back over his shoulder. He realized that everyone seemed to be panicking up there. A lot of people were starting to get violent, as well. They were banging on cars, breaking out windows and beating people up for no apparent reason. For now the rioters were staying on the road so Eric, Jon and Amy just kept running. The house that they were moving towards was still about a mile away in the distance. When they had put some distance between themselves and the interstate they all slowed down to a quick walk. "So how many rounds do you have for that thing?" Eric asked pointing at John's shotgun. It definately wasn't your run of the mill hunting shotgun. It had a twenty inch barrel with an extended magazine and a collapsable stock. There was also a side saddle on it with extra rounds. "It holds eight with six in the side saddle. I've got ten more rounds in my pack," he said patting it proudly. "So am I the only one with a gun or what?" he asked. "No, I carry," Eric said as he pulled out a Smith and Wesson five shot .38 special revolver from a holster inside of his waistband. "I've got about forty rounds for it." "My dad makes me keep a gun in my car, too," Amy said. "I usually keep it in the glovebox." With that she pulled out a Kel-tec P3AT. "I grabbed it before I got out of the car just in case. I've got two clips that hold seven bullets each." Well at least we're all armed. Hopefully we won't need to use them," he replied. As they got farther away from the highway they could see more and more of the chaos. If they had stayed where they were they would be fighting off an angry horde of violent psychopaths by now. None of the rioters seemed to notice them, though, and not many other people had left the interstate. After about twenty minutes of walking they finally made it to the farm house. There were no cars in the driveway and it looked pretty run down. "Doesn't look like anyone's home," Jon commented. "Let's go take a look," Eric said. They walked up to the front door and banged on it a few times but there was no response. "Now what?" Amy sounded aggrivated as she asked. "The closest house looks like it's at least a mile away." "Let's check out the back," Eric said. Now that they were closer they could see that the shutters were all closed on the windows. The front door was also locked. As they walked around the house they found a window that the shutters had come open on. There was some furniture and several boxes piled into the room. Everything had a layer of dust on it. It looked like someone was using it for storage. There was also a big garage in the back of the house that the driveway led to. They opened the door and found an old broken down truck inside along with a bunch of old tools and stacks of bricks, 2x4 studs, shingles and plywood. "I have to pee," Amy said. "Maybe there's a toilet inside." Eric rolled his eyes but he couldn't help but wonder if there was a radio inside, too. He also welcomed the idea of resting for a minute before they went walking off towards another one of the houses in the distance. "OK let's check it out if there are no objections," he said. When there were none he walked into the garage, found a crowbar and then opened the back door to the house with it. It came open easily and they stepped inside. The house smelled like sawdust. It didn't look lived in, but there were tools and half finished projects lying around so they figured that someone must be restoring the old place. It was an old two story house with a basement. Eric tried the water and it worked. He also flipped a light on. That worked as well. Amy found a bathroom and squeeled with glee when she found that it was working. Eric found a portable stereo in the front room and turned it on. "....violent incidents have been reported in several major cities across the US and throughout the countryside. No one seems to know what is causing the disturbances but authorities are urging everyone to remain in your homes. Do not add to the chaos by joining the looters and rioters. National Guard units are already being activated and, if the violence continues, the Army will be deployed. There have already been several reports of firefights which resulted in cilvian and law enforcement casualties. Citizens are being asked to comply with military and law enforcement requests throughout this crisis." Jon and Eric looked at each other in disbelief. Just then their was a loud knock at the front door. "Hey! Let us in! We saw you go inside! Please let us in!" someone on the other side of the door was yelling and pounding on the door. Eric got up and looked at Jon as if to say what should we do? Jon just shrugged and Eric walked over to the front door to unlock it. As soon as he opened the door a big man pushed his way in and let the two women and the other man that he was traveling with in behind him. "Thank you so much for letting us in man. Those fucking things could be coming any minute and we did NOT want to be stuck outside with them," the man said. He looked to be in his early thirties. He was just over six feet tall and must have weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds. His short brown hair was plastered to his face from sweat and he was breathing heavily as if he'd just run a marathon. "What things?" Amy asked. She had just finished in the bathroom. "Those fucking things from the crash at the interstate," the man said. It was then that Eric noticed that he was holding a Glock 17. "A cop was rounding us up and telling us to leave our cars and move farther away from the accident. There was supposed to be a truck shuttling people back to the Genoa exit. A bunch of people refused to go but I decided that we should listen to him. We were heading back when we heard some gunshots. We got to the spot where the truck was supposed to pick us up but those crazy fucks caught up with us. They got the cop that was leading us. I took his gun from him and then we got off of the interstate as fast as we could." Amy stood there dumbfounded while the man told his story. Eric and Jon just listened intently. "I guess this is happenin all over the place," Jon said. "We just heard it on the radio." "What do you mean this is happening everywhere?" the other man spoke up. "What's going on out there?" "They don't know," Eric admitted. "They just said that something's making people go crazy and that they're calling in the National Guard. We just need to stay inside until they get this mess sorted out," he tried to explain calmly. The man seemed to calm down just a little. "I'm Mark by the way," he waved. "This is my wife, Angela." The woman waved when he pointed to her. She was a fit blonde who looked to be the same age as Mark. "I'm Dan," the other man waved. He was just a little taller than Amy and probably didn't weigh much more. He was in his early twenties with short black hair. He had a grocery bag in one hand and his other hand was around his female companion's shoulder. "And this is my girlfriend Megan," he said pointing to her. She was the same size as Dan with long brown hair and matching eyes. She stood there with a vacant look staring ahead at nothing. "She's a little freaked out right now," he said extremely worried. He took her over to the couch, sat down next to her and started talking to her. Eric, Jon and Amy all introduced themselves to the newcomers. After they were finished Mark got up and peeked out the window. His face went white as he turned to everyone else in the house, "I think that they followed us. We have to do something to keep them out!" He was already panicking again. "Relax dude," Jon said. " There's plenty of plywood in the shed out back. Hell there were a bunch of 2x4s and bricks, too." "The shutters on the windows are all closed, too," Eric said. Dan interrupted them, "Mark's serious. We need to keep those things out of here and I don't think that those shutters will do the job. We need to reinforce the door, too. I saw three of them rip the door off of a car, pull out the man inside of it and tear him to pieces. It's like they're not even fucking human." Eric was starting to feel the fear that these two were eminating. "How many rounds do you have for that thing?" Eric asked pointing to Mark's Glock. "It doesn't matter," he said. "Bullets don't do shit to those fucking things. I shot one five times in the chest and it didn't even fucking flinch man! I guess I was lucky because there was another guy between it and me. It went for him." He looked like he was about to lose it right there. "OK relax," Eric said. He was doing his best to comfort the guy. "Everything is going to be fine. They're sending in the National Guard." Angela tried to calm him down as well. "What if they aren't comin?" Jon asked. Eric was dumbfounded. "What do you mean by that? They said it on the radio. They're going to take care of it." "There are hundreds of those fucking things out there," Mark said. "I shot one of them five times! Bullets don't do shit! How the fuck is anyone supposed to stop them?!" That was enough for Eric. "I'm gonna go outside and check things out," he said. He just needed to get away from their negativity for a minute. He stepped outside and surveyed the area. He couldn't see what was going on on the interstate from the house but he could hear far off gunshots. He could also see some people walking around. About a dozen of them were walking towards the house. They looked like they were hurt pretty bad. They were constantly stumbling and picking themselves up. He went back inside and pulled a pair of binoculars out of his dufflebag. When he stepped back outside Eric looked again. One was missing an arm. Another was dragging what was left of it's leg behind it. He wanted to believe that his imagination was just getting the best of him but he couldn't help but think about how Mark was reacting. They all seemed to be covered in gore and their clothes were tattered. "Holy fucking shit," Eric said under his breath as he stepped back inside. "OK let's go to the shed and grab some of those plywood sheets," he told everyone. "They're still pretty far away so we have time." "Sure thing dude. Let's go," Jon immediately volunteered himself. He slung his shotgun and walked over to Eric. Mark and Dan both got up to help as well. They looked like they had calmed down a lot. They closed and locked the front door behind them and Eric led them into the shed. They instructed Angela to watch the approaching group while they grabbed the wood. It didn't take them long before they had it all inside. There were only ten sheets but it was enough to get them started. They left the radio on the entire time but they were so busy that they barely listened to it. While they were putting up the boards Eric asked Mark if he had shot any of them in the head. "What kind of question is that?" he asked. "If they can take five shots to the chest without flinching then what makes you think that a headshot will do anything?" "I dunno," Eric said. "I just saw it in a movie once." Mark just smirked at that and they went back to reinforcing the windows without another word. With all of them working together it only took them about fifteen minutes to cover all of the windows. They also nailed 2x4s behind them and then used a few to reinforce the front and back door. There were some shelves and tables that they broke down and used to board up the windows that they didn't have enough plywood for. "Do you think this will hold them?" Jon asked. "It looks pretty sturdy to me," Dan replied. It wasn't long before they heard a crash on the front porch. Almost immediately the banging on the front door started. Soon there were several more of them attacking the house and trying to get in. Everything seemed to be holding up well. When everyone was sure that they were relatively safe they turned their attention back to the radio. "The rioters have proven to be more resilient than anyone originally suspected," the announcer said. "Experts are blaming it on some type of virus. Until they find a cure the military has been called in to quarantine cities that have been hit the hardest. Everyone is urged to stay inside of your homes. If you cannot make it to your home and you don't feel safe please try to make your way to a designated safe area. Food, shelter and protection will be provided. Following is a list of safe shelters in Colorado." The announcer finished with a list of places where people would be offered shelter. None of them were withion a hundred miles of the group's own safehouse. Chapter 2 "So what do we do now?" Dan asked. "We should just sit tight until the National Guard gets things under control," Eric said. "I don't want to be stuck outside when they show up. They might mistake us for one of those things." "We've got nowhere to go, anyway," Amy said. "If we want to leave we'll have to get past those things. At least we're safe in here." "If more of those things come they'll tear the damn house down to get to us," Mark said. "They were tearing cars apart to get to people. If enough of them show up they'll figure out some way to get in." "No more of them have shown up yet," Eric said. "There's no reason for us to think that anymore will come. We're out in the middle of nowhere for christ's sake. You said yourself that they followed you here. I didn't see any more coming so maybe they'll stay on the interstate." "What if more people come this way?" Amy asked. "This is one of the only houses that you can see from the highway. More people are going to show up." "I've got a feeling that those things outside will change people's minds about trying to get in here." Dan said. "But what if they attract more of them?" Amy pressed. "We could have dozens of them outside before long." While everyone else was talking Angela was upstairs watching the interstate from a window. She could see more people getting off of the road but even with the binoculars she couldn't tell if they were zombies or if they were alive. She saw one couple in the distance jogging towards the house. Behind them several of those things seemed to be following them. She overheard the conversation and yelled downstairs, "You guys need to come up here and see this. I think Amy's right about people attracting more of them this way." They all ran upstairs and started looking out the windows. From one of the windows Eric could look down and see a few of the monsters outside beating on the walls trying to get in. They didn't seem to be coordinating their efforts at all. It almost looked like they were trying to just bash a hole through the wall. Looking across the field he could see the couple that Angela was talking about. They were about halfway across the field now and there were several of those things following them from the interstate. He could count twenty of them. Some of them were moving very quickly after them. One of them even seemed to be running and it looked like it might catch up to them before they could get to the house. "We gotta help em man," Jon said. "You mean go out there?" Mark exclaimed. "Are you fucking nuts?" "We might be able to clear the ones around the house from up here," Eric said. "How?" Mark yelled. "They won't fucking die!" "Maybe you're just a bad shot," Eric said. With that he pulled out his .38, took aim and hit the one directly under his window in the top of the head. It immediately dropped. "Fuckin a man!" Jon exclaimed. Then he leaned out of his window and took the head off of another one with his shotgun. The noise seemed to attract them because the ones on the porch stepped off and started walking towards them. Eric shot at another one but missed. Jon didn't and as half of it's face dissapeared it dropped and stopped moving. The ones from the other side of the house were coming around the corner. There were eight of them on their side of the house now so Jon and Eric quickly dispatched them. "That was easy," Jon said when they were finished. "Yeah but how much ammo do you have left?" Eric asked "I still have a fourteen shells man," Jon smiled. "Well I wasted a dozen rounds," Eric replied. That leaves me with twenty eight. Look at the crowd that's headed this way. We're going to need a lot more ammo than we have. Eric could see Jon's expression change as the reality of the situation set in. Then he turned to Mark and asked, "How many rounds do you have left in your Glock?" "I dunno," Mark said. "I guess I have about ten. I only kept one magazine for it in my car. I never thought I'd need more than that." Then Eric turned to Dan, "Do you have a gun?" he asked him. "No, I never thought I'd need one," Dan said. Eric rolled his eyes at that. "OK well we need to see what we can do for that couple out there. I think that we got all of the ones that followed you here," he said to Mark. "You're on your own man. I'm not leaving the house," Mark said. "Fine then you can fucking stay here. I'm going out there to help them," Eric spat. With that Eric went down to the front door, pulled the boards off with his crowbar and he and Jon went outside. Dan followed them out. "I want to help guys," he said. "Look, I don't even know that asshole. Megan and I followed him off of the interstate because he had a gun." They could see the couple about two hundred yards away. They were still moving quickly but they were obviously getting tired. The man was carrying a bag and the woman looked like she was really struggling. Eric handed Dan his crowbar and started making a run for them. Jon and Dan both followed him. The runner beat the small group to the pair. As the thing closed on them they could see the man drop his bag and turn towards it. He pulled out a gun and shot several rounds at it. If they found their mark the thing didn't even flinch. Then when it was within arms reach the man shot it in the face. It immediately dropped dead. Then he picked up his bag, rounded up the woman and they started towards the small group again. "Hey there!" Eric said waving. "Hi!" the man yelled back. "Don't shoot!" When they were about fifty feet away from each other they all stopped. "We've got that house over there all boarded up," Eric said. "If you want to come you're welcome to." "Thanks for the invitation," the man said. He looked like he was in his fifties and the woman, who he was practically carrying by now, didn't look much younger. "I think my wife could use a break, anyway." He turned back around and noticed some of the zombies getting close so they all picked up their pace and helped the two of them back to the house as quickly as they could. Eric got to the front door first and tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. "Open the fucking door!" Eric yelled. "Fuck you man!" Eric recognized Mark's voice as he yelled at them. "Those things are too close! I told you not to go out there!" "Let them in!" they heard Amy yell. They could almost here Mark laugh, "What? Are you going to shoot me with that little thing?" "Let them in," they could hear Angela say. "Angela get out of the way. I'm not letting these people get us killed!" he yelled. "Bullshit!" Angela yelled back. "You're going to let them in here right now!" While the people inside were arguing Eric could see that some of the faster shamblers were only about a hundred feet away or so. He didn't want to risk having to fight them so he grabbed the crowbar from Dan, walked up to one of the windows and pried open the shutters. Then he swung the crowbar and shattered the glass. Just then he heard the sound of gunshots come from inside and he saw three bullet holes appear in the plywood that was nailed up to the window. Just then there were some more gunshots and he heard Angela scream. He pried the plywood sheet off of the window, cleared the rest of the glass out and climbed in. Mark was lying on the ground with Angela on top of him. Amy was standing there with the gun in her hand. "We heard the window break and then he turned around and started shooting," she almost whispered. "So I shot him." Then she dropped the gun to the floor, fell to her knees and started crying. For the moment Eric ignored her and started prying the 2x4s off of the front door that Mark had hastily nailed back up. He quickly got them off and let the people inside. One of the zombies was almost to the porch so he pulled out his .38 and, after a couple of tries, managed to land a shot to it's head. Once everyone was inside Eric, Jon and Dan resecured the door and nailed the plywood back up to the window that he'd broken into. Then they pulled a heavy bookshelf in front of it to help secure it better. "What the hell happened?" Jon asked. Angela was still crying over her now dead husband and Megan was sitting in a chair, apparently still catatonic. Amy hadn't moved either so Eric went over to comfort her. "When you guys left Mark went nuts," Amy sobbed. "He started talking about how he wasn't going to let you get him killed and that you were stupid for going back out there. When you came back I tried to get him to open the door but he pulled a gun out and said that he'd shoot anyone that tried to get in. When you guys showed up he turned towards the door and started yelling at you so I pulled out my gun and Angela stepped in between us. Once he turned towards the window and started shooting I just reacted and shot him in the back." She started crying again. "Thanks," was all that Eric could say. Just then Mark started to move. "Honey oh god you're ok," Angela blurted out. She turned him over to check him out. The were two holes in his chest where the bullets had exited. His eyes were open, though. Before anyone in the room could react he grabbed Angela and sunk his teeth into her neck. Without thinking Eric took aim with his .38 and put a bullet in the man's head. Seconds later Angela bled out and stopped moving. "Jesus christ, now what?" Dan asked. He stood there looking at the scene in utter shock. They all just stood there for a minute trying to sort through what just happened. The silence was broken when Angela started to move again. "Fucking shoot her man!" Jon yelled. Without a second thought Eric raised the .38 and stopped her movement with a bullet to the head. Chapter 3 "She was one of them, right?" Eric asked. "She was already dead wasn't she?" He was starting to panic. He couldn't help but stare at the large pool of blood that was welling up around the couple. "Yeah dude, she was dead," Jon said with wide eyes. "Look at that bite. Half of her neck is gone." The man that they had rescued spoke up. "OK everyone, we need to relax. I don't know what's going on outside but whatever it is it's making people go crazy." He was trying to find the words to explain it without the mention of zombies. He was also having trouble keeping his cool. Eric said it for him. "Just say it man. They're fucking zombies! People are dying, standing back up and eating other people!" He could hardly believe his own words. "We should do something about the bodies," the man said. He was sitting on a couch comforting his wife who had a towel pressed to her arm. "We can't just leave them in the middle of the floor." This helped sober Eric up. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. "You're right," he said. We'll have to dump them out a window upstairs." "You mean you want to throw them out like trash?" Amy asked. She was just starting to calm down herself. "Do you want to go outside and bury them?" Eric asked. By now the small horde of undead that had followed the couple from the interstate was outside trying to beat their way in again. Amy put her head down in defeat. "Let me see if there are any sheets upstairs," she said. With that she walked upstairs and started looking around. "I'm gonna check the basement, dude," Jon said. Dan got up and followed him as he dissapeared into the kitchen where the basement entrance was. "My name's Greg," the man said. "And this is my wife Linda. Thanks for helping us back there. I don't think that we could have made it without you." "It was nothing," Eric nodded. "What happened to your wife's arm?" "I'm not sure," Greg said. "Everything happened so fast. I didn't even realize that she was hurt until we got into the house. It doesn't look too bad, though." "Oh I'm fine," the lady smiled. "I think one of them must have scratched me when we were getting away. Some of them had ahold of me but Greg fought them off." She looked at her husband lovingly and he returned the look. Eric noticed that the blood wasn't soaking through the towel so he didn't think anything of it. "So how did you get away?" he asked. "There were a lot of them chasing you." "I'm not sure," Greg replied. "Like I said, everything happened very quickly. We were in our car listening for updates on the radio when I thought I heard gunshots. I got out of the car to see what was going on and noticed that a lot of people were coming our way. I decided that we should walk back to the nearest gas station so Linda and I got out and joined the crowd. Most of them seemed to be fairly calm but noone really knew what was going on. We just knew that we wanted to get to a safe place. Then some people started fighting. People towards the back of the crowd started yelling and screaming. The gunshots were also getting closer. That caused a panic and everyone started to push and rush to get away. We were just caught up in the middle of it." As he talked more of the events came back to him. "I decided that the road was dangerous so Linda and I pushed our way to the edge of the highway. When we were climbing over the guard rail someone grabbed Linda and tried to pull her back into the crowd. I remember seeing the man's bloody face. I swung my gun at him but it didn't even seem to phase him. The only thing that I could do was shoot him. I fired a shot and people scattered. The man let go of Linda and we rushed down to the field. At first it didn't seem like anyone would follow us. When we got away from the interstate we looked back and saw that the rioting had caught up with the crowd we were in. It was chaos. A few of the people noticed us and started climbing the guard rail so we started running. It's a good thing that my doctor told me to start running regularly or I probably would have dropped dead halfway here. Every time we looked back it seemed like more of them were following us. I remembered the man that grabbed Linda and the look on his face and decided that I didn't want to let them catch up and find out their intentions. One of them was running pretty fast and he eventually caught up to us so I had to shoot him. Right after that we caught up to you." Eric took the whole story in and then said, "I think I saw a first aid kit in the kitchen. Let's see how bad your wife's arm is." He went into the kitchen and quickly found the kit. When he got back into the living room he sat down next to Linda and pulled the towel away from her arm. It wasn't bleeding badly but the scratch was fairly deep. It was also infected. He winced a little when he saw the spider web of purple veins that surrounded the immediate area. He immediately went to work cleaning and bandaging the cut as best he could. "Thank you so much for all of your help," Greg said. "We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." "You would have done the same for me," Eric said dismissively. "Hopefully your wife won't need any antibiotics to fight off that infection." Greg gave his wife a worried look. "I'll be fine," she assured him. "What kind of gun do you have," Eric quickly changed the subject. "It's a Taurus .357," he smiled. "I always keep it in the car just in case. Linda never did like the idea but I think that she's warmed up to it a little bit." she smiled back at him. "I keep a fifty round box in the glovebox with it. I think I only used about a dozen of them so far." "Well I've got a feeling that we're going to need all of the ammo we can get," Eric said. Amy came downstairs with some sheets in hand and offered them to Eric. "How are we going to do this?" she asked. Greg and Eric stood up and took the sheets from her. "Greg and I will take care of them. See how Megan is doing," Eric said. Then he and Greg got up and started wrapping the bodies. Right after they were finished Dan and Jon both came back upstairs. "There isn't much stuff in the basement man," Jon said. There's an old workbench, some tools, some more wood, some dusty shelves and some boxes but that's it." "OK well for now let's just get these bodies out of here," Eric responded. Then they all worked together to dump the two bodies out the upstairs window. While they were upstairs they took the time to see how many zombies might be outside. Eric guessed that there must be at least twenty of them. He looked in the distance and didn't see any more approaching, though. Chatper 4 When they went back downstairs Eric realized that the radio wasn't on. Mark must have turned it off while they were out rescuing Greg and Linda. As Eric turned it on everyone found a place to sit down and stayed quiet until they heard the announcer's voice. "Authorities have been unable to control the rioters near Limon. After the initial panic they were ordered not to open fire on civilians unless deemed absolutely necessary. When they were once again pushed back the National Guard was called in. They haven't fared much better. Apparently the rioters have proven to be almost unnaturally resilient to conventional riot control methods. The authorities have tried CS gas, tasers, rubber bullets and brute force. There have also been scattered reports of soldiers resorting to gunfire. Even that has proven to be generally ineffective." Everyone could hear the announcer's voice start to crack. "Unconfirmed reports of violent outbursts throughout the Denver area and in several of the smaller surrounding communities have also appeared. Colorado residents are advised to stay in your homes until the authorities get this problem under control. Authorities are still unsure of the source but we've been assured that they're working dilligently to find a solution." Everyone stayed quiet for a minute while they let what the announcer said sink in. Finally Jon broke the silence. "I think we're pretty fucked man." "That's the understatement of the year," Amy said. "What the hell are we supposed to do now?" "Everyone just relax," Eric said. "They're going to find out what's wrong and take care of the problem. Everything's going to be ok. We're safe here. We can just ride it out." "Don't kid yourself dude," Jon said. "The cops aren't always gonna be there for us. I'm pretty sure we're gonna have to get ourselves out of this mess." "What do you suggest?" Eric blurted out. "What the fuck are we supposed to do about it? Even if we do get out of here where are we supposed to go?" he was starting to lose it now. That infernal racket that the walking corpses outside were making didn't help much, either. "Eric, just calm down for a minute," Greg said. "We've got to think things through rationally or we'll never get out of here." Eric quickly calmed down again. "You're right," he said. "This is all just too much to try and cope with." Then out of the blue Megan spoke for the first time since they had all arrived at the house. "I'm hungry," was all she said. That silenced everyone in the room for a second. "So am I," Eric realized. Then Amy said what everyone was thinking. "So is there any food around here or what?" "I've got half a sandwich and a bag of chips in my bag," Eric groaned. "I've got some candy bars man," Jon said. "That's it, though." "I just have some mints in my purse," Amy whined. "We didn't bring anything with us," Dan almost whispered. "I always keep some MREs in my car," Greg said as he pulled three MREs out of his bag. "They're probably five or six years old but they should still be good." He broke them open and divied up the contents between everyone. "There's no other food in the house, is there?" Dan asked. "I don't think so," Eric told him. "It looks like they were remodeling the place. This should last us a day if we eat sparingly. Don't wolf everything down and we'll be fine. Maybe the Guard will have this all cleared up by tomorrow." "Maybe we should all try and get some sleep," Greg said. "It's starting to get dark outside." "Shouldn't somone stand guard or something?" Dan asked. "Those things might manage to break in while we're sleeping." "Good thinking," Eric said. "I'll take first shift. Can the guard use your shotgun Jon?" "Yeah for sure dude." With that he handed Eric the gun. Everyone tried to find a place to sleep for the night. Greg and Linda had a blanket in their bag. They took the couch and wrapped up in that. Jon slept on the floor with his shirt for a pillow. Amy found a small bed upstairs and slept on that. Dan and Megan found a matress in another room upstairs and used that. Once everyone was cozy Eric dug around in his pack until he found his flashlight and then began making his rounds. Dan was supposed to be next in line but since he didn't know how to use a shotgun Eric went ahead and took his shift. The rest of the night went smoothly and besides the constant banging and moaning outside there were no other disturbances. Noone slept well but at least they woke up the next morning.