BITE - T.D Jackson (good e books to read .txt) 📗
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The sea of undead in front of us was growing larger, there fists pummeling on the screen. The door to the back was no better the numbers banging against the door, panic ran through my head there was no way out we couldn't get out. I sat down on a table Jon put his back pack on the ground and started rummaging through it as I stared out the screen. I looked around for something we could use. Nutty ideas ran through my head but one jumped out.Jon was following my train of thought I grabbed a microwave on the opposite table and found an extension cord and plugged it in. Jon pulled out a small container of petrol we then proceeded to put any flammable medical item we could find inside along with a scalpel to spark. Jon pulled a small oxygen cylinder next to the counter and I carried the microwave. "O.k on the count of 3 lift the screen chuck the microwave and the oxygen tank duck cross your finger's and have a little cry" I said. "Sound's like a plan" Jon groaned lifting up the cylinder. "O.K 1..2..3" I pushed the screen up Jon hit the cook button on the microwave and shoved it out and I pushed out the tank I tried to pull the screen back down but a couple of creatures were spread eagled on the counter I pulled it down as far as it would go and me and Jon ducked down. "Think it will work?" I asked. "Well if not we are utterly fucked" What setting did you put it on?" "Popcorn" "Theirs a joke in there I know i.." An explosion interrupted me all though we were ducked behind the counter we felt the shock-wave pass over us and saw a flash of fire and flying glass as soon as it faded we stood up and leaped over. The sea that was there before was not completely destroyed by any means but it had taken off limb's and floored them allowing us to run through. The way towards the main entrance was still choked with dead so we went straight which was still not much better I grabbed a cleaning trolley and pushed it in front of me straight in to there midst Jon was behind me. We slammed in to the crowd I jumped up on the trolley ran across kicked a creature in the face feeling it's teeth snap and jumped off. The route ahead of us was more clear we closed a set of double door's and put a nearby chair through the handles slowing the dead at least for a little while. We stopped to catch our breath. "Which way is it?" "Back the way we came but I dont think our buddy's will let us through the only other way is to go down 2 floor's and head out the loading bay" Something snapped not the door we blocked but the door in between me and Jon. Dead spilled out we both backed up Jon was near the stairs and the way out but between me and him a dozen undead there eyes locked on me. Jon moved forward to attack "No don't I know the hospital I will find a way out" Jon looked like he wanted to say something before he could I shouted to make myself heard over the dead "Get out wait an hour if I'm not back by then head home" Jon looked solemn but nodded "See you in a bit then" He yelled "Yeah no worries I called back" The sound of wood splintering drew my attention away from Jon as he dissapeared down the stairs. The door we blocked was starting to give. I headed down the corridor the dead here were mercifully thin and easily avoidable I made my way to another stair well and peaked through the glass. I couldn't see anything on the other side so I opened it. Dam. The stairs did not go down only up but if I went up I could probably make my way round and back down avoiding the horde. I couldn't see another option so went up to the 1st floor. I burst through onto the floor just in time to see something large and red come flashing at me. It hit me pain erupted from my forehead blood trickled down it felt like someone had hit me with a brick. The source of the object was clear a creature 10 feet away was now shambling towards me as my head began to spin I fought to remain conscious. I looked down at the floor fire extinguisher that was what hit me I backed up to the stair well door and reached in to my satchel. 5 feet away. 4. 3. THWIP!. The creature stopped and dropped to it's knees before collapsing. I slid back against the door my crossbow dropping next to me the practice had been worth it. I'm not sure how long I sat there on the floor I pulled myself up and retrieved my bolt a bloody task as it had pierced the eye ball. I staggered down the corridor clutching my head I was seeing double. I looked through door windows seeing undead occupants in all of them. Near the end of the corridor I found a room with no one in it I tried the handle it was open I poked my crossbow in 1st and scanned the room. Just an office books lining 2 walls the 3rd was a large window with the blinds drawn across. A handsome mahogany desk with a swivel leather chair faced opposite the window. So this is where the NHS budget went. I locked the door and dropped the shade behind me and lumbered to the desk putting my crossbow on the table and sat on the chair. There was a mini fridge with bottled water I opened one up and looked to see if we had any pain killers in the bag I was in luck I swallowed 4 of whatever they were and reclined the char the room started to spin just a second that's all I need just 1 second.
I awoke with a start snatched up my crossbow and fired. The bolt hit the door nothing was there no banging nothing. My head was pounding. I searched my pockets for my phone not there crap must of dropped it. I looked at the clock on the wall 8:15 I was out for a while. I stood up and the room span again making me sit. I tried to log on to the pc but it was password protected. In a fit of rage I threw every single item on the desk on to the floor. It made a satisfying smash as it hit the floor. Bang Bang Bang. Dam that was a mistake I wandered over to the door and pulled back the shade. Dead eyes greeted me. I backed away and looked at the ceiling solid shit I ran over to the wall window a 25ft drop on a dark night greeted me. I picked up my crossbow retrieved the bolt from the wall and put it in my satchel. I walked back to the window extended the baton and hit the window. It took a few hits before I had a large enough hole to climb through. O.K I can do this I have done it in video games a million times OH CRAP I'M GOING TO DIE!! I never liked height's I got vertigo looking out of the hospital window sometimes on a normal work day let alone throwing myself out of one,the door splintered and I jumped. As I fell the rules for surviving a high drop ran through my head knowledge I had gained when I was bored one night. Land on the balls of your feet lean forward and roll protect your head all good advice but organizing that as you are falling is hard. The ground rose to greet me and I hit it rolling on impact. I landed flat on my back winded. I realized I was alive and coughed that turned i to a laugh I gazed up at the sky chuckling "Ha ha ha OH FUCK!!!!" I rolled to the right as a creature hit the ground where I was a fraction of a second ago. Still laughing I got up booted the creature in the head and looked back up at the window. A few more dead were taking the plunge I stepped away and let gravity do the work for me. Jon better not have waited for me. I headed off site through the woods following the main road past the Tesco's. It was dark the street light's still had power that was something but it wold be dangerous to travel like this my head was still giving me trouble occasionally I felt dizzy and my vision blurred. All though I wanted to get back and make sure no one worried I wanted to come back most of all they would just have to forgive me. I selected a 2 floor detached house for my home away from home I broke open the back door with the crow bar and swept the downstairs empty I headed upstairs and cleared it. One door left I knocked no response. I pushed the door open aiming my flashlight in closely followed by the crossbow. The light swept the bedroom. A body. On the bed was a man in in his late 40's in blue overalls he had a good week's worth of stubble that matched his long greasy jet black hair. Jack was on the name tag he didn't seem dead. I moved closer the
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