All three of the men made their way as fast as they could through the horde of zombies, dodging grabbing hands and deadly bites. Across the parking lot towards the broken entrance doors of the mall they ran, still shooting, still firing, still exploding zombie heads, and splattering blood.
The men rushed into the mall, and paused instantly, a synchronized stop. Mike had left a kerosene lamp sitting on one of the tables nearest the door. He grabbed it, and turned it on, flooding the food court with light.
“Holy shit, mike. You didn’t say it was this bad,” Fred replied, trying not to draw attention to them.
“It wasn’t the last time I was here,” Mike replied, keeping his voice low.
Jim gulped hard, and thought about making a run for it, back to his home, back to his comfort zone. He looked behind him. Zombies were starting to come in through the broken doors, and then he looked forward again. The food court was stuffed with zombies, shambling about, and they were now coming in their direction.
“This was a noble idea, Mike, but maybe – ”
“Maybe shit. We all have to die sometime,” Jim replied, cutting Fred off in mid-sentence. He raised his shotgun, and took off running towards the crowd of zombies coming in their direction. He blasted five of them in the face, splattering blood and brains, and then continued shooting his way into the mall.
Mike and Fred didn’t hesitate, as they took off behind him, blasting their way through just like Jim.
“Upstairs!” Mike screamed.
Jim turned and ran towards the dead escalator with Mike and Fred close behind. He tossed away his shot gun, and as he climbed he started to knife the zombies filling up the metal stairs.
Mike and Fred reached the escalator, as Jim reached the second level. He looked down at Mike and Fred, as they kept firing off rounds, splattering the walls and floor with fresh zombie blood.
Mike and Fred climbed quick, jumping and leaping over the dead zombies clogging up the escalator, as they continued to move forward.
Mike pulled out a key from his pocket when he reached the second level. He raced over to the toy store doors, as Fred and Jim took aim, back to back. Zombies came from all directions as the men blew out brains and scattered pieces of flesh.
Mike unlocked the glass door, and slid it open.
“Come on! It’s open!” Mike screamed, as he popped a few zombies in the head that were too close for comfort.
The men hurried inside.
5 out of 5 stars – I love zombies and I love Christmas ~ A winner!
5 out of 5 stars – A Cute Little Holiday Horror Story.
5 out of 5 stars – In a zombie world, there is a Christmas miracle.
One thought on “25 Days of A Zombie Christmas – 12/14/2018”
Mike Beem is my hero! This was such a fun story, Anthony.
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