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BAKOOM BAKOOM BAKOOM

The Zombies were blasted apart by Jake's Benelli Shotgun being thrown back in a wave. "HAHA" exclaimed Jake as he ran down the street quickly loading more shells into the chamber. He had never had so much fun even when he had been in Afghanistan. Whilst it had been fun at times there had been too many rules and regulations regarding when and more specifically when NOT to shoot people. He hadn't liked that although he had enjoyed handling live explosives. But now since most people were either dead, not quite dead or had evacuated, the world was a much more interesting place. He just went around shooting and blowing things up and what with his military training and general fitness levels he was managing to stay one step ahead of all the zombies that were trying to eat him. As he reached a T-Junction of Muldraugh's main strip he paused for a moment before pulling out a fog horn.

PIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUU

 

If the shotgun hadn't caused enough noise then the foghorn would surely attract even those Zombies who were hard of hearing. As the entire surrounding area started to fill up with zombies, Jake took a moment to reflect on what he was doing. It was gloriously insane. The idea was to create a distraction large enough for the pretty teacher and the remaining school kids to get clear. It hadn't been his intention to be zombie bait but it was the best plan that Jake had come up with. He didnt even like kids that much but he had felt sorry enough for them after he had found them all holed up in a school cafeteria fending off a pack of zombie pre-teens. It hadn't been that difficult hacking his way through the 100 odd kids and occasional decomposed teacher. In fact he had managed to save some ammo as they hadn't quite got the reach advantage and having a trench spike in one hand and machete in the other had made things fairly easy and he'd been able to slowly make his way through.

 

Finding Miss Lundstrom and her (remaining) class of 12 had been tricky at first. The kids had all been crying and were all fairly freaked out and traumatized when he had crashed through the laughable barricade they had made, covered head to foot in the guts and gore of their school friends and teachers. Things hadn't really improved much when he'd noticed that one of the younger girls had been hiding a clearly infected bite wound. Immediately shooting her in the head in front of them all had caused a bit of friction but after a few days of teaching the kids the way things were at present and what to do and what not to do, things had settled into a more steady rhythm. They were all still terrified of him but they no longer flinched when he looked or talked to them so that was progress. He had organized them too. The bigger kids were now armed with little spears and knives and the littler ones had divided up all the gear that they had managed to accumulate so that there was a more military feel to them. Of course they weren't quite up to the military standards that Jake was used to but looking at them all buddying up together and looking to him for guidance gave him a warm glow. Miss Lundstrom was a bit more tricky though. He wasn't quite sure that asking a busty gorgeous Norwegian teacher out in the middle of the apocalypse was a good idea. For starters what would they talk about? Where would they go? Even before all ....this had happened Muldraugh hadn't exactly been the dating hotspot of America and he knew for a fact that his favourite bar had burnt down to the ground on account of the fact that he had lured a huge gang of zombies in there before escaping via the loo door and throwing several molotovs inside. It had been a shame to do it but he had managed to loot the good whiskey that the barman had kept in a special box behind the bar whilst on the way out. He had always wanted to try the good stuff and this Macallan Diamond stuff was supposedly $2000 a bottle. Perhaps just asking if she'd like to join him for a drink when things weren't quite so insane was the way to go.

In any case after a few days of looting the school and surrounding area, he had done the calculations on what food and water was available and had come to the conclusion that if they didnt get out of here then they would all slowly starve to death. That was if their water held out for that long. Of course he could always cook and eat one of the smaller children which would simultaneously help solve the water and food problem but then that wouldn't exactly endear Miss Lundstrom to him. Also one of the kids was a vegetarian and so probably wouldn't want to eat human flesh. No, the only thing to do was to get out of the school and find a place of refuge which had a renewable source of food and water. Maybe a dam somewhere so that they could fish and have drinking water –  he'd know a place of refuge when he saw it but in any case they had to get out of here and the sooner the better. Marshalling the kids had been the teachers job, she had organized them and given them instructions and even done a few dry runs in the school hall that he had cleared of zombies – he had made several sorties in the meantime and miraculously found a school bus large enough to accomadate them and all the remaining supplies. Problem was the several blocks and couple of thousand odd zombies that had been between the school and garage were the bus was. Also the kids were slow and were barely faster than the zombies and he certainly didnt want them getting into a fight with them. Although the kids had come on in leaps and bounds since he met them and given them some military bearing they were only really useful for stabbing down on zombie heads from over a barricade. He had pondered what to do, what to do?

It would have to be the bait and switch – lure as many of the undead fuckers away and into trying to eat him alive whilst the kids and teacher made a safe-ish beeline for the schoolbus. Give them enough time for Miss Lundstrom to fill up the tank with diesel and then drive their way out of Muldraugh and to safety. He had given her his backup beretta just in case she got into any serious trouble but advised her that if things got too hot then the only real option was to use them on the kids first before saving the last bullet for herself. He wondered if that had been a tactful thing to say to her since she had burst into tears at that point but she HAD taken the gun so he was sure that she got the point that it was either a choice between a long drawn out slow death by starvation, being eaten alive by zombies and he had seen enough of that recently to know that it looked an incredibly agonizing way to go or a bullet to the head which frankly seemed the merciful option.

 

Standing at the crossroads as all directions filled up with zombies, Jake decided that now was the time to pull out the good stuff, they were still a way off so he didnt really care and it was looking like the teacher wouldnt be around to share it with him so.... why not. He pulled out the bottle, popped out the cork and took a huge gulp.

“SHHHH, thats good shit” he said as he put the bottle back in his pouch. Now for the zombies.

He didnt have many of them but the bag of white phosphorous grenades he had kept (stolen) from his military service made a lovely smoke effect as they burnt their way into the oncoming zombie horde. The white phosphorous sparked out burning at leg height and causing a zombie pile up as those at the front had their legs melted away forcing those at the back to clamber up over those at the front. It gave Jake a few seconds which he used to good effect. The 4 pre-loaded speed loaders for the shotgun were also useful as he fired as quickly as he possibly could whilst slowly backing off. The longer he lasted the more time Class 3B of Muldraugh elementary would have to get clear. It was a shame he would never know if his sacrificial gambit would work but he had been involved in a few military ops where the outcome wouldn't be known until back at camp so... c'est la vie.

He finished firing off the last shotgun shell he had before turning around and running through a gap in the zombie horde towards the back of the petrol station. There was a wall there where although he was trapped he would be able to have something covering his back so with luck he'd be able to hold them off until his strength gave out and they pulled him down. It wasnt much of an advantage but the key here was body count and any advantage was a good advantage. He pulled out his machete and his last remaining pistol and rushed forward hacking and backing off before rushing in and hacking again. Always trying to keep space but ever so slightly the sheer weight of zombie numbers kept pushing him back. Whenever a zombie grabbed him he'd just use the pistol to shoot it in the head. Slowly he backed away, all the time spinning like a nutcase and hacking as hard as he could with the machete. He wasn't keeping score but he was aiming for a 3 digit body count before he went down. Anything less wasn't good enough.

Finally his back touched the wall. Feeling the hard bricks against his back something strange happened in his head. Everything went red and for about 30 seconds he managed to single handedly keep them off his machete spinning so fast that it was like a propeller blade. Finally a zombie managed to grab his knife hand. He was out of bullets. This was it. Jake roared a final scream of defiance as he prepared to die. The zombies piled in, rotting hands reaching out to grab him, teeth bared ready to bite down.

 

WHUMPHHH

 

The wall crashed to pieces sending Jake and a large proportion of the horde spinning away as a school bus plowed through the wall. Jake, somehow managing to keep his feet ,staggered towards the bus zombies hanging off him as he jumped towards the bus door handrail. He managed to get his hand round it as the bus reversed through the hole in the wall dragging him clear. One zombie was still hanging on to his legs but he simply reversed his machete and stabbed it through the eye. Inside all the kids were cheering as the school bus drove down the street crushing zombies left and right as Miss Lundstrom drove clear. He was safe.

She slowed down and opened the door so he could get inside – all the kids mouthing off words he couldn't comprehend or really care about as he walked and stood next to the drivers seat, swaying as the exhaustion hit him. He pulled out the bottle of whiskey and took a deep gulp before passing the bottle over to Miss Lundstrom.

“Drink Miss Lundstrom?” he said. She reached out for the bottle. "Call me Freya" she said as she took the bottle from him.

Result thought Jake.

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