The First Days (As the World Dies 1)

Another three tumbled off onto spikes, but now they had some zombies up against the hurricane fence rattling it.

"Gawd, this keeps getting worse," Katie muttered.

Travis voice cackled again. "We have a breach. " His voice sounded overwhelmed.

Katie looked up to see more zombies flowing onto the trucks. Because they had pulled Jenni and Mike back, the zombies were now hurtling into the spiked area. Many were impaled, but more and more were falling to the ground as they glanced off their undead companion's skewered bodies.

"Juan, we're fucked if we don't hold that line," Katie exclaimed, and moved toward the stairs that lead up to the top of the wall.

Travis joined her and Juan followed her as the Mayor shouted at them to do something fast.

"Keep the guns thinning the herd at the back of the corral," Travis said.

"We need to go in with spears," Katie said, almost over him.

"We need to keep someone shooting the ones trying to get over the truck," Juan added.

"Sounds like a three prong plan," Travis said.

"Great minds…do something…" Juan said, and waved his hand at some of the construction workers who were hanging back waiting to join the fray.

Travis grabbed hold of Katie's arm as she turned to grab a spear. "You don't have to. "

"Yeah, I do," Katie answered. She slung her rifle over one shoulder and double-checked her revolver.

Jenni and Mike were now dangling over the spikes, screaming to be pulled back in, but Juan motioned to them that it wasn't going to happen.

Katie understood why. At this point Jenni and Mike were the main focus of the undead cannibals. Drawing them into the fort would just turn the zombies' attention to all of them.

"This is crazy!" Jason's voice drew Katie's attention. "We need better weapons. We need grenades and…and…"

Katie looked down at him and gripped the spear tightly. "Jason, we'll take care of it. "

Travis and Katie looked down at the ladder that led to the area between the fence and the wall. A few zombies saw them and grabbed the fence and began to shake it. Katie muttered "fuck" a few times then let herself down the ladder. Her hands were shaking so badly it was hard to hold on. All that separated her from a gruesome death was a wire fence.

Travis dropped down behind her, followed by construction worker, then another. Katie pressed herself back against the wall and stared at the crazed, rabid faces of the zombies just on the other side of the fence.

"Katie," Travis said softly.

"Yeah," she answered. She peeled herself off the wall and took a step forward.

Beside her, a short Hispanic man drove his spear between the holes in the fence and into the eye of a zombie. And with that simple act of violence, the world turned bloody and surreal. Using the spears with screwdrivers at the ends, the construction workers began to thrust hard through the gaps in the fence, trying to drive the sharp ends through the eyes or mouths of the screeching zombies.

Katie took a deep breath and gazed into the face of a female zombie screaming and growling on the other side of the fence. Her fingers, stripped of most their skin, clutched the fence tightly, and she shook it as hard as she could, trying to rip down the barrier between her and Katie. Katie lifted the spear and aimed the end at the woman's eye. As hard as she could, she thrust the spear forward and felt the sickening squish of the woman's eyeball.

Shoving harder, the spear pressed deep into the screaming woman's head and finally into her brain.

"Scramble it!" Travis voice was jagged with exertion as he struggled to impale an enormous zombie on the other side of the fence.

Katie jiggled the spear around and felt the woman go limp with one harsh cry. Leaning her weight back, she drew the spear out of the now dead zombie's flesh. Blood splattered her clothes.

"Shit. "

"On a stick," Travis said.

More zombies were trying to leap off the trucks onto them, but due to the foresight of Travis and Juan, the truck perimeter was a good distance from the fence and they kept landing on the spikes, or tumbling to the ground.

> Katie felt sweat dripping off of her and she thrust the spear into the eye of another zombie. Then another. Over and over again. It was hard work-gory work-and the screaming faces made her tremble. But she kept going.