Lockey vs. the Apocalypse | Book 1 | No More Heroes [Adrian's Undead Diary Novel] Meadows, Carl (book recommendations for teens TXT) 📖

For now, I’m going to spend the rest of the day relaxing. Today is not a people day. I’m going to find Particles and have the little dude keep me company.

September 3rd, 2010

DIRTY HARRIET

So much to catch up on.

First of all, I’m writing, so you know I’m not dead, but that could have been very different. There are still a shit ton of undead loitering around town and we got a stark reminder of that when me, Nate, and Isaac rolled past the little retail park. There’s a big B&Q as you know, set at a right angle to a row of another six big units. We rolled past the main car park entrance set in front of all these units and I heard Isaac swear in horror as we all looked left, crawling past the entrance at a low speed to keep engine noise minimal.

The car park had well over two hundred undead shambling aimlessly around.

I don’t know what happened there on the day the world died, but I’m guessing it went to absolute chaos in a snap. There were still many cars in the lot, but there had clearly been some accidents, maybe a minor bump or three, which devolved into violence. I’m guessing there were a few pedestrians run down as well, judging by how some of the cars are positioned.

Well, we all know what happens as soon as one person dies, don’t we? I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; multiply zombies to the power of “oh shit.”

Things must have spun out of control pretty rapidly, because let’s not forget how fast these things twitch and sit up. Within ten seconds of death, the army of darkness begins to rise, and they get murderous even as they’re still lying down. It doesn’t even look like any first responders managed to arrive on the scene. A few fights, a couple of accidents, suddenly there are five zombies, then that five bite and there are ten, then the ten bite and there are twenty, and so forth. Some cars looked abandoned, jammed in as they were, the doors still open from the passengers fleeing in panic.

“Well,” murmured Nate. “This looks like a bust.”

I shook my head. “No, if you carry on to the next left, there’s a smaller car park round the back for about thirty cars, which is also the delivery vehicle entrance to get round the back of the units. We’ll be wanting to go in the back anyway.”

“We’re still going in?” spluttered Isaac. “Through that?” He gestured with a disbelieving flick of his hand towards the scattered crowd of undead.

“Not through it,” I corrected. “Round and behind it.”

“Isn’t there somewhere else we can get the stuff?”

“I don’t know, is there?” I asked. “Remember, we haven’t got a fucking clue what your list even says. If you know somewhere that might have everything you need, then by all means, tell us. Google’s down at the minute though, so you’ll have to show us on a map.”

Isaac moved to respond, then thought better of it, clamping his mouth shut.

“Security is important,” said Nate. “If you can do what you say you can, we can’t turn this opportunity down.” He glanced past Isaac, sat in the middle seat, towards me. “We’ll have to go as quiet as we can for anything in there. Melee only. We’ll take the halligans.”

I nodded. I’d been practicing with the weight and heft of the weird spike tools, confident I could do the job. I still had the pick hammer as backup, but I hate braining undead up close. Crunching through skulls to puncture brains is bloody, filthy work. Gives me the shivers.

Nate followed my direction and we cruised round the bend, then into the smaller rear car park which was blessedly empty. The electronics store was on the nearest end, so we pulled the truck behind the units to the service doors and swung it round so it was facing the right way, should we need to make a quick escape.

There were about five undead milling round the back, employees judging by their coloured polo shirts with logos emblazoned on the chests. They weren’t all from the electronics store, but two were, marked by their bright red shirts. Nate surmised that wasn’t a good sign; both red shirts had chunks of flesh missing from their arms, suggesting they’d been bitten by undead and escaped back through the store and out back, where they had succumbed to blood loss, died, and started their undead patrol of the rear.

Nate and I cleared the back of the units of those five monsters in quick order, so I’d like to take a moment to extol the virtues of the fireman’s halligan. Shit, that spike takes care of undead in a heartbeat. The weight of the tool behind that hardened spike makes it far too easy to punch through a brain. We dropped those monsters faster than a cut can bleed.

It was the first time Isaac had seen me in action. He expected destructive power from Nate; the first time he’d seen the Terminator’s granddad was when he was in full combat gear, face painted black, NVG’s on his head, and loaded for a hot zone. I, however, was a tiny five-six woman in combats and Nikes, swinging a halligan and braining zombies like it was part of my daily routine.

“That was… impressive,” he bumbled, staring at me with a look that was two parts amazement, and one part horror.

“I swear, Isaac, if you add ‘for a girl’ on to the end of that statement, I will pin your dick to the asphalt with this spike, right here, right now.”

His guilty look said he was thinking it, but he at least had the grace to look ashamed. He won’t think it again, or I’ll make good on my promise. That dated thinking really