The girl zombie let out a hoarse yell mostly of anger, partially of surprise, and fell flat on her face, mere inches from Andrew. It hissed and swiftly turned back in my direction, eager for revenge. But I was ready this time and swung my axe around in a wide arc to prevent her from getting too close. Leaping to my feet I took the offensive, closing in on her with my deathly blade.
" Andrew, get back in the closet" I warned, but he just stood there, transfixed by the epic battle.
Finally , I stopped hesitating, and lunged for the she-beast, bringing the axe down towards its head. With a slight shriek, it lifted an arm to deflect the blow. The fingers on its left hand were cut clean off by my weapon and went scattering over the floor. Her goal was achieved though. Instead of cutting its brain in two, my axe merely left a thick cut, stretching from the zombie's right eye to the left hand corner of its mouth.
Alone and unaided , the undead thing that had been Victoria realized it had not a chance in Hell of defeating my axe. With a final angry hiss in my direction, she leaped out of my weapon’s reach and took off down the hallway from which I had entered. With the spell of his sister now broken, Andrew walked over and reached out to me. "You hurt her... is she gonna die now?"
"No.” I stated through angry, bared teeth . My heart pounding hard from excitement and terror. "Haven't you seen any horror movies? If you want to kill a zombie it needs a blow to the head... ya gotta hit the brain. That will kill it, for good this time."
"Why's that?"
"Why do zombies eat brains? Who the fuck knows? It just will, and I'm not in a position to be questioning it.” I ran to the doorway to see Victoria running for dear life, so to speak.
"Get back in your closet.. . I wanna take care of her now.”
Timidly he agree d, not wanting to be alone, but fully aware that the alternative was being dead. "I'll come back for you.” I told him as he closed the door. "I promise."
Chapter 3
I flew down the corridor after the zombie sister as if I had wings on my feet. I was just in time to see her run up a flight of stairs I hadn't even noticed on my way in. "I have you now bitch," I muttered. Once upstairs she'd have no place to go. Again, I ran up the stairs faster than I thought possible, hot on her trail. I wasn't about to let anyone threaten somebody as lovely as Andrew and get away. Especially not a fucking zombie.
When I got to the top of the stairs , I saw another hallway. This one had three doors branching off of it, each one with a name plaque. It was hard to read them in the dark without getting especially close to the words. The first one read ‘David.’ I assumed that was the elder brother, the zombie I had already smacked. My tension grew as I read the name on the second door. ‘Victoria.’ I tightened my grip on the axe and prepared to kick down the door with my thick combat boot, when out of the corner of my eye I noticed the third door, the 'Andrew' door. It was slightly ajar, rocking gently. That had to be where she was.
Swiftly and impetuously I kicked open the d oor and scanned back and forth, looking for the zombie. Andrew had a rather nice room, with no signs on violence at all. On the far left wall sat a tall, oaken dresser with a framed picture sitting atop, and on the other side sat his bed, nicely made with bright white sheets. His walls were decorated with posters from various bands and movies, and I could see a small bookshelf sitting next to his bed. There was a large window on the far wall. What I could not see, however, was Victoria.
"Hiding?” I asked sardonically, at the empty room . "Where are you, ya lousy worm-eaten whore?!” I crept in and peered under the bed. There was nothing there but a small box, no undead sister, and no junk either. Andrew must be very meticulous, I thought. I mean, under my