Rage (9 page)

The guys had stopped firing and were ordering the ‘dirty, filthy, dead fuck’ to release their buddy. One back stepped to the hood, unaware I was there. He bumped into me. I smiled. “Hi, there.”

“
Shoot the fucker!”

That’s why they had stopped firing. There were out of bullets and hadn’t reloaded their other weapons. I smiled at him again, grabbed his hair and shoved his face into the nurse’s chomping jaws. I twirled away from him as George dropped Harry.

Russ and Trev looked at me.

“
Why?” Russ muttered, backing away from George.

“
Because...” I released Rage. My vision instantly lost all color. “I can.”

As if on cue, they both turned and ran down the road. I looked at George. “Shall we?”

He grinned.

They never stood a chance.

We ripped their flesh with our hands and our teeth. Tearing the two zombie rapers to death. George took great pleasure in his work and the fact I was destroying 'one of my own' didn’t register on me at the time
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I was pissed at them, I was pissed at the doctor and I was pissed about what had become of me.

The Rage inside was having a blast; enjoying every minute of it. My hands clawed Trev’s back as I bit into his shoulder muscle, trying to tear it free. The man thrashed under the pain but he was pinned down good and secure with my knees crushing the back of his knees into the cold asphalt.

George fed.

I gave in to the Rage and fed as well.

Fuck I felt great.

I don't know how long we sat there crossed legged and getting our fill, but it had gone from dusk to night. None of the zombies approached us. Several had shambled toward us but turned in their tracks and wandered away. Did they fear us? Did they have such emotions, or was it just instinct that pushed them away?

Standing up, I stretched, then wiped blood from my lips and chin with the back of my hand. I allowed the Rage to drain from my body and, looking at my hands, I saw the change and sighed a loud breath. I had not remained stuck in zombie form from the recent feeding. Though the aftertaste brought bile rushing up my throat.

George came up next to me. He tapped my pocket.

Nodding slowly, I said, “Yeah mate, it's now time to get Sally.”

END OF BOOK ONE.

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