“Blanche! Open the door! Open the gawddamn door!”
Blanche peered out into the dusk looming outside her window and saw Ray running up her driveway. She started to unlock the door, then considered what his note said.
With a snort she stepped back from the door.
He hit the door full force. “Blanche! Open the door! I know you’re in there! I saw Curtis drop you off. Open the fucking door!”
“Oh, really? And why didn’t you come to save me instead of ripping me off?”
“Blanche, the car broke down, okay? I was stuck up the road and saw them leave you off. I came back as soon as I could. Now open the door!
Blanche, open the door! They’re coming!”
“So, you steal my things and then Stephen’s car breaks down and you come running back here because they are coming, huh?”
“Blanche! Open the fucking door!”
She smirked. “Ray, let me get this straight. You come to my house, steal from me, take my dead husband’s car, it breaks down, but you happen to see them leave me off, and come running back here expecting me to take you in?”
“Blanche! Open the door! Open the door!” Ray’s voice was near hysterics now.
“You stole from me, you son of a bitch! You fucking pathetic hick! And you expect me to take you into my home?”
“Blanche! Just open the door! Just open the door! I’m out of bullets!” He was pounding hard on the door, desperate, terrified. “Open the fucking door, bitch!”
Blanche opened the door and lifted her gun. For a moment, she saw Ray’s terrified expression and figures moving up the drive out of the growing darkness.
“Thank God, Blanche, I-”
She fired her gun and his head snapped back. He looked suitably shocked before his eyes went utterly blank and he fell back. It was then she saw the mottled, decaying figures moving up the steps toward her.
“Stay off my property,”she screamed and aimed her gun.
Her finger squeezed the trigger, but the gun only clicked empty.
She was hit full force by the horrible reek of the undead creatures, then they were on her, knocking her back into the house and onto her expensive Persian rug. She raised the gun again, pulling the trigger over and over again.
One of the zombies, screeched at her and she slapped it. “Get off me!”
It didn’t recoil, but grabbed her hand and bit down.
Screaming, she tried to get away, but then more were on her and suddenly she realized what Curtis had meant in his note.
He had left her one bullet.
She had killed Ray.
Fuck!
Her screams of fury filled the night until they finally gave way to screams of pain.
Chapter 9 1. Gateway to Death The front door to the hospital swung open and the zombie in the pink housecoat growled and thrust her hands outward to grab the tasty human before her. Something long and sharp came straight for her and in the next second her muddled brain became nothing more than mush.
With a grunt, Ken yanked the spear out of the old woman’s eye socket.
The old man in the other wheelchair fumbled toward the open door, trying to reach the enticing opening where the humans were.
/> Roger put his sneaker squarely on the gnarled knees of the dead old woman and shoved her and the wheelchair back.