Solar Flare - Zombie Novel

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Solar Flare Chapters

Chapter 22

Posted on October 28, 2011 at 1:10 PM

The screams had abruptly stopped about 20 minutes ago. It seemed more like hours, every minute horrifying while listening to the bloodcurdling wails and pleas for help that eventually subsided to gurgles, and then finally to silence. Combined with the nauseating migraine pulsating behind his eyes, Roger knew he'd taken a one way plane trip to Hell instead of an exciting vacation in the States.

Roger looked up when the pimply teenager whispered, "hey, do you hear that? Nothing but silence...maybe they left?" Roger jumped to his feet, head pounding, as he saw the teenager pressing his head against the door with his hand on the knob. Roger hissed, “have you gone completely mad? After every American horror movie you've EVER seen, and from the looks of you you've seen a few, you are not SERIOUSLY considering opening the door are you?"

The teen looked up at him wide-eyed and frantic and said, "dude...maybe they left and don't know we're in here. Those people out there might still be alive and need our help!" Roger looked him over and said, "look, I saved your arse once, I'm NOT saving it again. I can PROMISE you, if you open that door, and they are on the other side of it and grab hold of you, I will PUSH your nosy arse right out and slam the door behind you without a moment's though." They stared intensely at each other for a few moments when they heard a whisper. "Please..." It was the elderly man who had finally come to and was looking up at them through tired and bloodshot eyes. "Please...I married Hazel 46 years ago, we have 20 grandchildren together and I'm too old to go out there. Please see if she's alright. She's my life."

Roger looked down at the man, sighed, and said to the teen, "alright I'll play wingman. This vacation SUCKS! By the way, if we're going to die, I'd like to know who I'm dying next to. The name's Roger." The teen looked at him and quietly whispered, "Nathan, and I have to agree this sucks. You ready?" Roger nodded, looked down and said, "Martin, you have to get up and man the door so we can get back in, no doubt in a hurry."

As they looked on, what seemed like ages went by until Martin rose to his feet, adjusted his glasses, and moved behind the Roger. Roger whispered quickly, "ok here's the plan, we rather hastily and above all else soundlessly open the door, and someone needs to stick their head out to check that the coast is all clear. Then, I'll go first, with the shoddy but only choice of a weapon that we have. We will SWIFTLY take a look around the store. No heroics, just recon. Got it?" Nathan shaking and nodding his head, gripped the door and there was a deafening click in the silence as the button popped whent he door unlocked. He looked at Roger for reassurance and Roger just nodded. Nathan, moving painstakingly slow, cracked the door open and his mouth dropped as he sharply inhaled. Roger looked over his head and the scene before him seemed unreal. There was gore and rivulets of blood strewn haphazardly about, splattered against cooler doors and running down the shelves full of Ramen noodles, marshmallows, and other various edibles the store carried for customer convenience.

He thought, "well cant' stop now," and gave the teen a nudge to move aside. Nathan quickly obliged and Roger gripped his make-shift weapon and stepped out from the safety of the bathroom. Maybe it was the migraine pounding in his head but he failed to notice the wet slurping and smacking of lips as he walked down the isle. He saw the obese man first, gutted and mouth hanging crookedly as his jaw must've been broken before he died. All around him mixing in with the nacho cheese and chili sauce were clumps of fat, muscle, and gore. Leading away were lines of blood and bodily fluids leaving smears and trails to where the rest of him must've gotten dragged off to. His cell phone lay on the floor, red light blinking, in a layer of fatty tissue that had been left behind.

Common sense screaming at him, he walked forward and almost jumped when Nathan ran into his back. He quickly turned his head and scowled at him, making a hand signal for him to move back. Nathan sheepishly hung his head and slowed his step so there were at least a few feet between him and Roger.

As Roger came up to what was left of the obese man, he scanned the store and to his left, behind the coffee and cappuccino bar he could see Hazel propped against the side of the counter, right where they had to leave her, her perfectly curlered silver hair now a bright and vibrant red. Glancing quickly around he left the safety of the isle and whispered, "Hazel" but got no answer. Looking down the next isle, which held all of the sweet taboo for grown ups but was the object of desire for children, he saw what was left of the obese man's right leg. He vacantly thought, must've been too hard to carry. The mammoth and fatty upper thigh all that was left. His lower leg looked as if it had been viciously stripped down to the bone below the knee, the man's fat, muscle, and skin all carried off as prizes.

He moved around the corner of the counter and bent low to pick Hazel up but as he did, he slipped and fell face first into three people who had surrounded her and were now eating her from the pearl necklace around her neck down. There was a loud moan in unison and he shouted, "Shit! Nathan get back to the bathroom!" He scrabbled for purchase slipping and sliding on blood and organs and left a bloody handprint on the coffee counter as he shot up. A little girl, of about 7, dropped the line of intestine she'd been fiddling with and snarled. She seemed faster than the rest, jumping up in a blur like a some kind of animal. She almost leapt over the rest and Roger, in shock, bashed her in the head like a pinata. He took off towards the bathroom isle repeating almost like a mantra over and over again, "sorry 'bout that love" and ran so fast he ran careened right into one of the cooler doors. He glanced down, stuck his hand into the fat from the obese man, grabbed the cell, and took off down the isle, stopping to throw open the cooler doors and grab a 24 pack of Coors Light. By then, the crowd outside had entered the store and they were tripping and falling all over one another trying to reach the bathroom isle. Roger grabbed three Shrimp Ramen noodles, being careful to avoid the contaminated packages and grabbed other edibles throwing it all towards the bathroom door. Nathan slammed the door to avoid being hit by the various array of food being cast that way. Roger grabbed one of the 12 packs of bottled water on the floor, put the Coors on top, and grunted as he ran like hell right into the bathroom door. He shouted, "Nathan open up the goddamned door!" Nathan quickly opened it up and Roger moved faster than he'd ever moved in his entire life and started kicking the Ramen Noodles, graham crackers, marshmallow packages, and even a ketchup bottle he'd accidentally grabbed into the bathroom.

By then, the crazed individuals had started pushing and shoving into the isle and as Roger looked back, he didn't notice the one person to his right that had taken a shortcut down the candy isle. He let out a shriek and almost dropped the Coors as he felt the vicious sting of teeth biting into the meat of his upper arm. He threw the water down while Nathan reached out to grapple with it and pull it into the bathroom along with some graham crackers laying next to the door. Roger hauled out and cracked some once rather hot soccer mom in the head with the 24 pack of Coors. It must've been a gift from god because as her head caved in from the blow and she fell to the ground, the seal of the cardboard Coors pack stayed shut. He fell into the bathroom and slammed against the sink as Nathan slammed shut the door and locked it.

Roger's arm burned like it had been thrown in a fire and he looked down to see a tiny and ragged chunk of his upper arm was missing. He looked over at Nathan and grabbed ahold of him and crouched to the ground as he unzipped the bottom pant leg of the boy's pants. Looking up through his pain, he jokingly said, "what the Hell kind of pants are these mate? Never seen a pair with chains and zippers on the pant legs." The boy beamed and his voice wavering, said, "Tripp pants...cool huh?" Roger wrapped his arm in the pant leg using it like a cuff, and then looked up while the moaning and thumping began and said, "well...who's up for a Coors? This sure has turned out to be one fucked up day."

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3 Comments

Reply Jeramey
4:15 PM on October 28, 2011 
I really like your book alot keep on writing I can't wait to read more
Reply mamadebs
9:04 AM on January 7, 2012 
Love the story line so far. Am waiting to see where you take it. Will your characters be long term survivers how and where will they secure their futures. Who are your main characters being able to identifiy with them helps us readers become invested in the story line and gives us some one to cheer for when the world turns in to a zombie infested hell. I have 4 sons who are avid zombie followers the youngest being ten already knows to go for the head shot and always double tap. So keep it coming even here in New Zealand we are waiting on the next installment. Must say thank you for putting in your time writing for us to enjoy!!!
Reply Living Dead Girl
7:15 AM on January 13, 2012 
Thanks so much for the comments and to be honest, these are the main characters...all of them...a few will die along the way and a lot of people see the way I write as confusing and chaotic but in the end, all of the survivors have one goal right? To survive. This book is centered on a handful of survivors trying to escape one of the biggest cities in the US...New York. That leaves following books open to so much more, people escaping from North Carolina, England, purging the "changed" from the islands of Hawaii, etc etc...so in the end, my writing will hopefully make sense and if not, well nobody paid for the book and aren't forced into reading it are they now? Thanks again for your comment and I will add the new Chapters soon!
mamadebs says...
Love the story line so far. Am waiting to see where you take it. Will your characters be long term survivers how and where will they secure their futures. Who are your main characters being able to identifiy with them helps us readers become invested in the story line and gives us some one to cheer for when the world turns in to a zombie infested hell. I have 4 sons who are avid zombie followers the youngest being ten already knows to go for the head shot and always double tap. So keep it coming even here in New Zealand we are waiting on the next installment. Must say thank you for putting in your time writing for us to enjoy!!!