The Most Uncommon Cold I - Life In The Time Of Zombies - Plot & Excerpts
A slight upturn of Glen’s lip showed me that he had been visited by the same image. “I called the police to report it but got a recording. So what do you think-” Glen was interrupted by the crash of folding chairs being knocked aside, and both of us reflexively turned in that direction. One of the guys who had moments ago been absolutely still was now on top of the snorer. The other guy was simply standing nearby them, watching. From where we stood about twenty feet away, I could see the blood spraying from the snorer’s neck. Glen looked very pale as if he might be going into shock. I did my best to distract him from the fact that one of his regulars was being devoured right in front of him. “Glen!” No response. I called his name several times before he turned toward me. “We need to get out of here! Is there a room that is safe?” He looked at blankly me for a few seconds. Then as if the meaning of my words suddenly clicked in his brain, the young minister said, “Yes! The apartment upstairs is safe.” The regulars were now starting to turn their attention away from the half-eaten body on the chair and toward us. “We need to get up there now!” Without so much as an attempt at answering, Glen ran to the door at the back of the room. He had it open and was on the other side before I even got half way there.
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