Zombie Games Page 9

  “Well maybe they’ve all escaped?”

  “God, I can only hope so. Listen, have you heard anything at all from my mom, dad, or Bryce?” I asked.

  Another pause, then, “No Cassie, I’m sorry.”

  I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. “Okay, well look, I’m going to keep searching. Call me if you hear from anyone in my family. Bye.” I hung up before she could start in on me again about returning home.

  I put my head in my hands and tried thinking about where Allie and the others could have possibly went. I felt like I was missing something and it was driving me crazy. Then it hit me like a sledgehammer, the new Safe-Room! It was a family shelter that wasn’t supposed to be finished for a couple of months, but it would still be a good place to hide. Paige had mentioned that it was in the wine cellar, so I ran back downstairs to the lower level and began looking. It was supposed to be hidden at the very back of the wine cabinets.

  “Yes,” I squealed when I located the entrance, it looked like an ordinary panel wall with a keypad attached. As I raised my hand to pound on the wall, it opened.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Thank God!” I cried standing face to face with my best friend. Although it was obvious that Paige was relieved to see me, the haunted expression in her eyes spoke volumes. She collapsed into my arms and sobbed.

  “Paige, where’s Allie?” I asked, trying to look beyond her into the safe room. Unfortunately, she appeared to be alone.

  She shook her head as the tears streamed down her face. “I…I don’t know!” she cried.

  I wanted to shake her but instead forced myself to remain calm; we’d all been through our own kind of hell the last few hours. “What do you mean?” I asked slowly.

  “I don’t know! Allie and Kylie ran away. They were going to try and get help,” she cried through her tears. “I don’t even know where my mom is!”

  “Okay, calm down and start from the beginning. What happened?”

  Her light green eyes grew large. “It was my stepdad, Dan. He turned into some kind of freak! He tried to fucking bite me. Then my mom…she whacked him with a frying pan. But he…he kept coming towards me with these…horrible red eyes. Mom told me to run, so I did! I ran away and have been hiding here ever since. God, I’m so scared!” she sobbed.

  “Paige, I didn’t see anyone else in the house.”

  “Well, where’s my mom? She just wouldn’t leave me. They’ve just got to be here, somewhere!”

  “Paige, it’s okay. We’ll find them, somehow,” I replied softly. “Listen, do you have anything to drink? I could really use some caffeine.” I’d been up for almost twenty-four hours and was finally feeling the effects.

  She pulled me inside. The hidden room was larger than my entire bedroom. It held a black leather sectional, an arsenal of electronic equipment, and a fully stocked refrigerator. I grabbed a soda and walked over to the surveillance cameras.

  “Do these things work?” I asked.

  “No, I’ve already tried. They hadn’t finished installing them yet.

  I sighed. “Well, at least you’ve got the generator, and didn’t have to sit in the dark.”

  She nodded and then stared vacantly. “What should we do?”

  “Well, do you have any weapons?” I asked.

  “What…what do you mean?”

  I pulled the Beretta I had tucked behind my back. “Well, I lost my sectional staff when I was searching your house, but I still have this. You’re going to need something to defend yourself too, just in case.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “From… Dan?”

  Crap. She didn’t know about the zombies.

  ~~~

  “Paige?” I’d just recounted my last few hours to her. The expression on her face was unreadable. “Are you okay?”

  “You’ve got to be kidding,” she finally said. “That’s just plain nuts.”

  “Believe me, I wish I was. Do you really think I’d make something like that up?”

  Paige shook her head but I could tell she was still having major doubts. It was crazy for me to imagine and I’d lived through it.

  I shrugged. “Well, you’ll find out soon enough. Do you have a baseball bat or something you can hit zombies with?”

  She looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

  “In my room,” she muttered.

  We grabbed a second flashlight and hurried to Paige’s bedroom. She took out a metal baseball bat and two softball helmets, one pink and one black.

  “Great idea!” I said, putting on the black helmet. “Okay, now stay close to me. I haven’t seen any zombies in your house but there’s a ton of walking dead on the streets.”

  She put on the pink helmet and I handed her the bat.

  “Wow, I love your nails,” she said suddenly, grabbing my left hand.

  I looked down. “Yeah, they look really sexy when I’m shooting at a zombie,” I replied dryly.

  Her jaw dropped. “Oh my God…you really had to use the gun?”

  My cell phone started to ring. It was Sara again.

  I sighed. “Hi Sara.”

  “It’s Bryce. Where are you at?” he demanded.

  I was wracked with so many emotions that my knees gave out. I sank to the ground. “Oh thank God!” I gasped. “I…I didn’t know what happened to you.”

  “I’m fine,” he replied sternly. “Stay where you are and I’ll come get you. Are you still at Paige’s?”

  Before I had a chance to respond, Paige gasped in horror and backed into me.

  “What?” I turned and dropped the phone.

  Two zombies stood at the entrance of her bedroom. The smell emitting from them rose like a wave of rotting garbage.

  “Holy crap,” said Paige in a strangled voice.

  The moon was shining through her bedroom window, giving us a pretty good view of the zombies. One of them, a skinny half-naked man with white curly hair, made an ugly gurgling noise and then curled its lower lip, as if smiling. There was blood dripping from his rotting face and he held what looked the remains of someone’s arm. He tossed it to the ground and staggered towards us.

  The next thing I knew, Paige let out some kind of ferocious battle cry, then lifted the metal bat and swung high, bashing the zombie smack in the middle of its skull. Before I could react, she raised it again, this time hitting a solid home run on the creature’s head. It dropped to the ground with a loud sickening thud.

  The other zombie, a muscular bald guy with skull tattoos all over his head, growled at us.

  I raised my gun to shoot him, but the Berretta jammed. “For the love of God,” I mumbled trying repeatedly to shoot it.

  “Hold on!” Paige snapped as she tried to dislodge the bat from the other zombie.

  But skull-head just couldn’t wait; he staggered eagerly towards me, white froth foaming from his mouth. Fortunately for me he was terribly slow, with very little coordination. I stepped out of his line of attack and he fell to the ground. When he finally lifted himself back up, I jumped into the air and did a hard side kick; my foot catching him in the throat. He fell backward onto Paige’s jewelry box and that’s when all hell broke loose.

  Paige’s face turned red and she screamed in fury. “Get your ugly ass off of my grandmother’s jewelry box you piece of dead rotting meat!!!” Then she kicked the zombie onto the floor and stomped the sharp heel of her new Jimmy Choo boot onto its face until it was just a bloody mass of gore.

  I stared at her in shock as she wiped the perspiration off of her forehead, then grabbed a towel and began cleaning off her boot.

  When I finally found my voice, I said, “So, I guess you believe me now?”

  She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. “You know, all I could think about when I saw them was that I wasn’t ready to die. Not by their hands.”

  I nodded. “I’ve felt the same way all night.”

  She looked at me. “So, who was on the phone?”

  “Bryce!” I groaned.

  I k
new before I picked up my cell phone that he was gone. I hit redial and waited but nobody answered, it went straight to voicemail. I left a message.

  “Nothing?” asked Paige.

  “No.” I stood up and sighed. “Let’s go.” I picked up my gun and sure enough, chipped another nail.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Paige and I went over every inch of the house again, but couldn’t find signs of anyone. Not even Zombie Dan.

  “Did you check in the back by the pool?” she asked.

  I nodded. “That’s where I entered. The patio door was open.”

  “Let me guess, you didn’t close it after you entered and that’s how dead and deader found their way in?” she asked with a wry smile.

  “At least there were only two of them. You should have seen how many are prowling the streets outside.”

  Her smile faded. “Great.”

  We stepped cautiously through the kitchen and over to the sliding glass door. To our dismay we found the pool area climbing with zombies. There had to be a dozen walking aimlessly round the pool, some falling into the water and sinking to the bottom. Fortunately none of them took any notice of us.

  I snorted. “This could almost be funny if it wasn’t really happening to us.”

  “Holy crap,” she mumbled. “I think I’m going to puke.”

  The smell of rotting skin was overwhelming. Resisting an urge to vomit myself, I slid the door closed and looked at Paige. “Wow, you didn’t invite me to your pool party. That hurts.”

  Paige groaned. “All jokes aside, we’re screwed.”

  “At least the sun’s starting to come out, they’re easier to see.”

  She shivered. “And how’s that supposed to make it better for us?”

  “Yeah, they aren’t pretty, especially the ones who’ve been dead for a while.”

  Paige’s eyes lit up. “Hey, did you ever check the cabana?”

  I shook my head. “No, I didn’t even think about checking that place, I just wanted to get inside the house.”

  “We’d better check it out, now. How do we get passed those things?” she asked.

  “Well, maybe we can create some kind of distraction in the front of the yard to draw them away from the pool?”

  Just then we heard the faint sounds of gun shots. The zombies must have overheard as well, because they began moving idly towards the gate. When the last of them were no longer in sight, I nudged Paige.

  “Let’s go,” I said.

  I slid the glass door open and we stepped outside. The cabana was on the other side of the pool and we could hear more gunshots as we made our way to the entrance. Paige pulled open the door and we crept inside. It was empty.

  Paige took off her softball helmet and sat down. “I thought for sure…Oh, God…where in the hell are they?” she moaned, putting her head in her hands.

  I knew her pain. All I could think of about in that moment was my little sister. A memory flashed through my mind of when she was three or four years old, how she would follow me everywhere in her beat-up pink cowgirl boots, that were usually on the wrong feet, begging me to sleep in her room. I’d eventually relent, then grumble the entire night about having to watch her princess movies and the way she’d toss and turn as she slept, kicking me in the back. But right now, I would do anything to go back to that time.

  I released a breath and squeezed her shoulder. “Let’s go and find out where that gunfire was coming from.”

  Paige nodded, brushing away the tears from her face.

  We opened the cabana door and stared in horror; the zombies were back and they brought dates. We were trapped and surrounded.

  “Okay, now what?” she whispered.

  Just as I opened my mouth I saw a figure stepping through the sliding glass door. My heart leaped with joy when I recognized the loveable scowling face. Bryce! He’d actually come for me!

  “It’s Bryce!” I shouted.

  The shuffling and groaning of the zombies ceased; you couldn’t hear a bone drop. Everyone, including the zombies, turned towards us.

  “Nice going,” said Paige dryly.

  Bryce lifted his automatic rifle. “Get down!” he demanded.

  Paige and I crouched down as he began shooting at the zombies. I pulled out my revolver and aimed at the ones nearest to us. Blood, mucous, and body parts were flying everywhere as we watched all of the carnage in a twisted kind of glory. The dead got deader and we lived another hour in this hideous nightmare.

  Paige shuddered. “Okay, this is totally disgusting.”

  “I can’t believe he’s actually here,” I said, reloading the Beretta. The butterflies were going crazy in my stomach again. I didn’t even care that I broke a third nail. I flicked it aside and decided the rest would come off immediately when I got home.

  “Only you would fall in love during a zombie massacre,” said Paige.

  I shook my head. “I’m not in love with him. I hardly even know him.”

  “Face it! You’ve definitely got a thing for him.”

  I took off the softball helmet. “He’s cute, sure, but he’s also a little annoying.”

  She shrugged. “He’s a guy.”

  When the last of the zombies lay twisted and broken on the ground, Bryce jogged over to us. He was still wearing what he’d had on the last time I’d seen him, but it was now covered with blood and gore. Part of me wanted Bryce to sweep me up into his arms and carry me to safety while another part wanted him to burn the disgusting shirt first.

  “Are you girls okay?” he asked in his deep voice. I’d almost forgotten how amazingly blue his eyes were.

  “We’re fine. Still haven’t found Allie or Paige’s mom and sister though,” I answered.

  Bryce looked up at our helmets with the hint of a smile. “Nice touch.”

  Paige’s eyes grew wide and she nodded. “It was my idea, so they can’t get to our brains.”

  He bit the side of his lip to keep from cracking up then looked at the house. “So, you’ve checked everywhere, the entire house; basement; garage?”

  Paige and I looked at each other.

  “Garage,” we said in unison. Neither of has had even considered the garage.

  “Missed the garage? Okay, stay behind me and do exactly what I tell you.”

  Bryce started walking towards the side door to the garage, which was next to the cabana.

  Paige checked out his rear and gave me a “thumbs up” approval.

  I smiled and shoved her forward.

  Bryce twisted the door knob to the garage. “It’s locked. Stand back,” he said. He then lifted his rifle and blasted a hole into it.

  “Sorry, I’ll pay you back for that,” he said with a cocky grin. He then kicked the door open and the smell of decay hit us like a sledgehammer. It was also dark, so he grabbed his flashlight and raised the gun.

  “Oh, my God, it’s Dan!” screamed Paige.

  Zombie Dan was hovering around a new black Escalade. His gray face was sunken and his skin was beginning to rot. He started shuffling slowly towards us, his dried up lips pulled back in a death grin.

  Bryce aimed the gun at Dan, wiping away the creepy smile. He toppled to the ground, hard.

  “I never liked him,” muttered Paige. “He was really a pompous jerk.”

  “Looks like he was alone,” I said, looking around.

  “No, someone’s in the SUV,” Bryce replied, stepping towards the vehicle. “Yep, a couple of females.”

  Paige and I rushed over; it was Kristie and Kylie! The windows were up and they were lounging in the front seats. There wasn’t any sign of Allie.

  “Mom! Wake up!” Paige cried removing her helmet. She began pounding on the window but neither of them budged.

  “Hold on,” said Bryce. He went to the back window and broke the glass. Unlocking the door he climbed in and shook Kristie’s shoulder.

  Kristie’s eyes flew open and she screamed at Bryce, who probably looked like a mad serial killer in his bloody shirt.


  Bryce chuckled as he climbed back out of the SUV. “Wow, I’ve never had that reaction from a female before.”

  Kristie’s face lit up when she noticed Paige through the window. She removed the iPod earphones she wore, shook Kylie, who was also listening to music, until she was awake. Then she got out. Drawing her arms around Paige, she cried, “Oh thank God you’re okay!”

  “Um, where’s Allie?” I asked in a strangled voice.

  “We don’t know,” Kristie said letting go of Paige. “Dan attacked us and she took off running.”

  I heaved a sigh. “Alone?”

  “Yeah, I don’t know where she went. I ran after Kylie who ran towards the garage. That’s when Paige disappeared, as well as your sister.”

  I turned away and the damn broke. The pain of losing my sister was so great that I couldn’t stop the tears. I knew it would be nearly impossible for Allie to survive on her own in this nightmare. There were so many zombies in the neighborhood and Allie was no match for them. She couldn’t fire a gun or fight them one on one. She definitely wasn’t strong enough.

  Bryce pulled me into his arms and held me while I cried. When I finally ran out of tears, I remembered that everyone standing before me had lost someone within the last few hours, maybe even Bryce. I’d never even asked about Bobby.

  “I’m sorry,” I hiccupped, pushing Bryce away. “I didn’t even ask about your brother. We’re all going through this, not just me. I’m really sorry.”

  He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. “Bobby’s fine and so was everyone else when I left them at your house.”

  “What about my parents? Where they home?” Deep down I already knew that answer. They were both lost somewhere in this nightmare.

  He sighed. “I’m sorry Cassie; they weren’t around when I got back there. But they’re very capable people from what I’ve heard. Don’t give up on them, okay?”

  I nodded slowly.

  Kristie walked over and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m so sorry honey. Dan just went nuts and chased us into the garage. I had to lock him out of the SUV so he wouldn’t hurt me or Kylie.”

  “It’s not your fault,” I sighed.