“Get inside, hurry!” He yells as he swings the metal pipe towards the horde of staggering, decomposing, hungry undead creatures that edge towards the small group as they tumble inside the powerless police station and quickly lock the doors. The creatures bang vigorously on the doorway, and the walls, the sound of glass smashing comes from somewhere in the back.
“Fuck! What the hell are we going to do, they’re fucking everywhere?”
“The cells, get to the cells, we should be able to hold them off from in there, Skeeter and I will grab all the firepower we can and you get the others to the cells,” he says to the sheriff, who nods his head in agreement and shepherds the small group towards the back.
“You know there’s fuck all in there don’t you?” Skeeter says as he spits a mouthful of saliva and tobacco onto the ground.
“Let’s just get what’s left, okay?”
“This is a dumb move, dumbest one anyone’s had yet.”
“Honestly, if I had more time to think about it, I wouldn’t be here right now, that’s for sure.”
“Bullshit Will, you deliberately went against everything you were asked to do, and then, to top it all off you came here, and now we’re all going to pay for it!”
“What the fuck? You’re blaming me for this?”
“If you had listened to Lawson we’d be out of town by now, instead of getting your nutsack in a twist.”
“It’s his fault all this started, if it wasn’t for him we’d be sitting down cracking a few beers instead of fighting off fucking zombies.”
“Lawson was only trying to do the right thing, for Sally, he was hurting, we all were, he was just…”
“He’s dead so can it, there’s no way he would’ve made it out of town, no way.”
“How the fuck do you know that for sure, these fuckers didn’t even go after the truck, they just stay in town and ended back here, with us, you dumb fuck!” He yells as he grabs Will by the shirt and slams him into the wall.
“Calm the fuck down Skeet, fighting amongst ourselves right now, we’ve got to keep it together other…” screams suddenly break out from the back of the station, putting an end to the argument.
“BECKY!” Skeeter yells as he shoves Will one last time as he rushes towards the cells, rifle in hand, Will stands there, as shots ring out, and then more screams. He tightens his hands into fists, a breaths quickly, readying himself for what was going to happen next. It’s a mummer at the start and then it gets louder and louder and they storm from the back and out into the office area, and they charge directly for him. He closes his eyes and pushes himself up against the wall and grits his teeth as he waits for them to hit, seconds turn into minutes, and as the minutes pass the more he’s tempted to look, until finally he can fight the urge no more and opens his eyes. They all stand before him, in silence, staring towards him, their rotting mouths hanging open, fresh, red, rich blood drips from them, but they make no sound, show no movement, they just stand there, starring.
“What the fuck?”
“Not what the fuck, but who the fuck,” a voice says, as the undead creatures slowly part, as he walks towards him, a smile broadly on his face.
“Hello little brother, miss me?”
You can read the original 50 Word Story here, I’d be interested in what you think of the full story that came from the short.