Wet Dull Smack By Daniel J.

Pool

Thump thump, thwack, thump

Heavy anxious fists slammed on the barrier door. Rhythmic, fast and signaling that Jerry needed to get off his ass and let the scout party back in. Flipping the safety latches open and the removing the steel dead bolts, the thick hatch flew open.

Kara, Hank, and most of James crashed through the door and slammed it behind them. The three lay still for just a moment breathing hard; listening for anything following them.

After a minute Jerry broke the silence, What happened?

Hank answered, We got jumped just as we got to Main Street. Twenty, thirtyit could have been a hundred for all I know.

Kara said, Who in the hell is on look out?!

Kara James choked on the blood filling his mouth, Please dont worry about it. I knew the *hak* risk. Take me to Shelly I want her to do it.

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Shelly sat in the decaying beauty parlor on the fourth floor of the Petroleum Building. It had been an office-for-rent building before the warnot that Chickasha, Oklahoma had changed much during the war. Now it was home for her and the other survivors.

She picked at her breakfast of pigeon eggs and rat meat. Losing appetite she rearranged the beauty implements strewn about the counter. She could hear someone climbing the stairs.

Shelly! Shelly come quick! It was Jerry. He was bloody but not bit.

He didnt have to say why he was crying but he did, He he got infected. There isnt much time. He asked you to do it.

Her mouth went dry, her legs wobbled, and everything felt like it was falling.

How?

A flood of zombies on Main gotem surrounded. Hes pretty rough.

Where is he?

Down at chapel. Father Frisby is praying with him now.

Shelly flew down the stairs. The families were already gathered in the main hall. The men were concerned and the women were grieving. Only Kara looked up at her. She reflected the anger Shelly was holding. In front the chapel Frisby was consoling Angela, Jamess breeding partner. She hugged her stomach and cried onto the Priests shoulder.

The rotting floor groaned. All eyes turned to Shelly. She was suddenly all too aware of herself. Butterflies leapt into her stomach. She breathed deeply and held it. Looking forward she walked past the on lookers and entered the chapel.

It was dark, only sparse candles lit the room. Books from the former secondhand shop were shoved against the store front windows. James lay in the baptism tub near the back wall.

Hey rug-rat, guess I wasnt fast enough, he coughed out.

She looked at his broken body. His arm and legs were scratched and bitten to the point of uselessness. One eye was swelling to the point of closure and the other was already turning pale.

Whats wrong Shell-Bell?

She could not make a single thought stick long enough to say anything at all. Her butterflies turned to worms seeing him.

Sorry I tried to protect you for dad but I guess I guess I wasnt handy enough to save myself, he said shaking his stump.

She wept.

Dont be like that. We dont have long before I turn. Lets make it happy, he tried to reach her, but remembered his infection and sat back down.

She wiped her tears and looked into his paling eye.

I I love you, she choked.

I know Shell-Bell. I love you too. Take care of Angela, and the baby for me.

The door rattled. Hank entered, There isnt much time Shelly. Hell turn any second. Take this. He handed her a sledgehammer. We cant risk the noise with a flood so close.

Taking the handle, I understand.

She walked to the tub and looked into Jamess eye one last time. Bowing slightly she let one more tear fall. Looking back the innocent boyish grin slacked and his eye widened. He gripped his chest and convulsed.

Dont miss, he laughed for the last time.

Shelly raised the hammer high above herself. She felt its full weight strain her arms. His convulsions stopped. She could hear the rats scratch at the walls. Then he grunted and started to turn back. Seeing her, he hissed.

Shelly brought the sledge down on the front of James skull with a wet dull smack

Hank sniffled at the door. He said, You did good kid. I wouldnt have the strength for that. Not the kind a sibling would have. ThaThank you.

Shelly stared at her brothers smashed skull and asked, Who was on lookout?

Hank swallowed. It was It was Pete. He should still be up there now. But we shouldnt worry about that now. We all make mistakes.

She avoided looking him in the eye and just walked back to the door clutching the sledge.

Can I have my hammer back? She didnt answer. Where, where you going darling?

To make a mistake.

Throwing open the door Shelly raced for the steps. The clansmen cried out in surprise. She took the stairs two at a time. Each flight her anger filled her lungs. Her legs burned and her head pounded.

Reaching the fifth floor she went straight for the roof access. Swinging open the door she saw Pete sipping tea and warming himself over a coffee can fire.

Hey sweetie, did you come all this way to see me? asked Pete.

Shelly stood in the doorway.

Whats that sledge for? Trouble down stairs?

She closed the door and jammed a piece of rebar into the handle.

No, the trouble is here James is dead.

Pete got to his feet and glanced over the edge of the roof. Seeing the horde of undead on Main Street he dropped his tea. He started say something but all Shelly ever heard was a wet dull smack.