Something Wicked
3
Takara’s mind was screaming, even though her mouth wasn’t. That was probably a good thing. Thoughts were flying so fast she wasn’t sure what she’d be yelling.
Dogs shouldn’t look like that, was the main thought rattling around her brain. They shouldn’t look like they’d been skinned, and still be moving.
They were though, and they were headed right towards her.
Can’t make it back to the Explorer.
Only have a knife.
The car is door could be unlocked.
All those thoughts flashed by quickly. She was moving, wondering what she was doing, hoping she wasn’t about to die. She reached for the handle of the passenger side back door to the broken down car just as the first dog reached her.
he jhe jerked it open, using the door as a shield. The momentum actually caused the dog to bounce off, knocking it to the ground. She didn’t wait for it to get up again.
She was in the car, locking the door with frantic movements. Dogs can not use door handles. She didn’t care if she was overacting though.
What the hell are those things?
A loud screeching sound drew her attention away from the dogs. She watched, shocked as they pulled away. Her…well they weren’t her friends, but damnit it they should have at least done something for her.
Cowards, she thought bitterly. She had been taught to rely on herself, but they had also been taught to work together.
Don’t dwell, she told herself. She had other problems. Like the over powering stench that filled the vehicle. It smelled like something had died and was way past rotting in the car.
“Ugh,” she groaned
“…ugh,” came an echoing moan from the front seat. She froze at the sound.
What the Hell was that? The knife was in her hand without her even realizing she had grabbed it. She shifted around in the seat, trying to find a better position.
Carefully she moved forward, craning her neck to look over the seat.
“Fuck!” Nothing living could look that disgusting. Just like those dogs. Only this was human.
She jerked backwards as the zombie tried to make a grab for her. Its movements were slow, clumsy, but she wasn’t about to take that for granted. That thing was not going to touch her. She changed her grip on the knife. A flick of her wrist and the blade sunk in to the zombie’s right eye socket.
She sank back in to the seat.
* * * * *
Jordan was leaning against a tree, cursing and panting heavily. He was lost. Lost out in the middle of the fucking woods, without a flash light or a clue. He could hear dogs in the distance, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go find them or not.
On one hand, his so called friends could have called his dad up. Getting him in trouble was just as amusing as anything else they could come up with. On the other hand, the dogs could belong to the club. They could be there to warn trespassers off.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Oh yeah, that’s helping. Maybe not, but it was making him feel a little bit better.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck it.”
He was heading towards the dogs. His dad would get him out of any serious trouble.