Blog of the Dead (Book 3): Lost Read Free Page A

every bit of available wall space avoided the room looking bare. It would have felt homely had it not been for the prevailing smell of damp from the building being empty and unheated and unaired for so long.
    I crept further into the room. I knew there was nowhere for a zombie to hide but I still felt uneasy walking into what used to be someone’s home. I guessed I’d always feel like a trespasser in this new world. I indicated for Charlotte it was safe to follow me and she guided Kay over to the sofa and set her down.
    ‘She’s going to be OK, isn’t she?’ said Charlotte, bending down in front of Kay who lay slumped and unresponsive against the sofa’s high back.
    ‘Of course she is. Once we get the antibiotics inside her she’ll be fine.’ I smiled and tried my best to look upbeat, just in case Kay wasn’t as out of it as she looked. ‘You guys wait here and I’ll be back in a minute.’
    Back in the hallway, I saw the two boys ahead of me checking out each of the bungalow’s rooms. I edged along the hall until I reached Misfit and I stood at his back. He opened a door and peered inside. After a moment I heard him say, ‘Clear,’ so I eased past him, and headed on to the last door at the end of the corridor. As I wrapped my fingers around the handle, I felt Misfit move up behind me. I opened the door just a little and waited, my ears straining. I heard nothing from inside so I swung the door wide open.
    ‘Fuck!’ I said, the unexpected sight making me incapable of doing anything other than standing with my mouth wide open.
    Inside, I saw a coach had crashed through the side of the bungalow. It had come to a stop at a slight angle with its entire front section up to its first set of wheels embedded through the bedroom wall. The impact had shoved the double bed halfway across the room. Brick and debris lay over the bedcovers and around the front of the coach. I couldn’t see through the hole around the coach to the outside, but I guessed it must have veered off the road to the right of the property and steamrollered through the fence and into the side wall. Escapees of the initial outbreak, I reasoned, probably unaware they had infected aboard.
    The coach’s large front window had been smashed on impact and I saw that the driver and some of the passengers had been propelled out of the vehicle and into the room. One of the zombies had been impaled on a knob at the foot end of the brass bed frame, the metal globe embedded in its chest. When it saw me, it perked up and reached out its claw-like fingers. But with its legs sprawled out on the bed behind it, it just looked like it was attempting the front crawl in an imaginary swimming pool. Held fast, it posed no threat. No, the threat came from the driver who stood at the foot of the bed. Zombie-Driver growled before lunging at me. This snapped me out of my catatonic state but too late to shut the bedroom door. The withered driver had already wedged itself between the door and the door frame.
    I stabbed the driver through the ear and reached back inside the room to close the door but before I could, another zombie gripped the wood. More zombies staggered forwards, while the rest of the coach’s passengers began piling out through the front window, plopping down onto the bed and the littered floor gracelessly before rising to join the queue for the long awaited snacks.
    ‘Fall back!’ I yelled, realising I wasn’t going to get the door shut.
    I backed up into the corridor, my knife held before me, ready to kill if I had to but not wanting to because I knew it would slow me down. Clay fell in beside me from the other side of the corridor and slammed his spiked fist through the heads of a couple of front runners. The fallen bodies in the confined space slowed the others down a little but they soon managed to clamber over their fallen comrades to pursue us. I felt Misfit’s hand wind around my chest as he pulled me backwards, hoping to speed me up.
    ‘Go and