The Reanimation of Edward Schuett Read Free Page B

were in very short bursts. A quick look around revealed another one of the things standing less than twenty feet to his right, but even though it shuffled around a little, it didn’t look like it was moving closer. Edward walked away from it as fast as he could anyway, and looked around at the parking lot.
    There was no doubt about it. This was the same Walmart he remembered, which meant he still had to be in his home city of Fond du Lac. There were a few abandoned cars in the parking lot, and several of the lampposts had their glass smashed out. There might have been a makeshift barricade of shopping carts and various items from in the store that had once surrounded the entrance, but it had been smashed apart at some point, probably by the Hummer. All the shopping carts were rusted with age now.
    The sound he had heard earlier from out here was louder now, and he was certain that it had to be a truck or car of some sort. It was a ways off but loud, and Edward looked around for the direction it came from. He thought he could see it driving down the road toward the store, a rusty-red speck. He smiled, although the expression hurt his cheeks. Whatever the hell had happened here, whatever was wrong with him, at least he was not alone.
    Edward looked back over his shoulder at the entrance and saw the dead thing that had been following him shamble out into the open, with at least one more visible inside. Edward took a few deep breaths in anticipation of running again, but after a few seconds it became apparent there was no need. Instead of coming for him the creature shuffled over to the one that had been outside, and it stopped. If there had been eyes in the first thing’s head, eyes that weren’t glazed over with thick cataracts, Edward would have thought it was staring at the second one. The third one came out and approached the other two, and the three monsters stood there, not doing anything other than swaying slightly in the gentle breeze.
    Edward couldn’t help but lose his earlier fear as he watched them. None of them looked terribly hostile. The more he watched them the more he realized just how different they were from the ones he’d seen the day of the cookout. Those had been freshly dead and reanimated while these had obviously been in their current states for a long time, but that wasn’t the most important difference. The ones he had originally seen had looked bloodthirsty and ravenous, going after any living thing that moved in a slow and unstoppable wave. These three… well, if he were forced to describe their behavior, he would only be able to call it “minding their own business.” It was completely unlike what he would have expected from the undead.
    Edward heard something that sounded like a whoop of delight from behind him, and he turned in time to see the truck turn at a high speed into the parking lot. It was a standard pickup truck, a Ford, although it looked like it had seen better days. Even through all the trauma he had just been experiencing, Edward still felt a part of him fill with disgust—he was a Chevy man, through and through. It was a recent model, as far as he could see from here, but it still looked ancient and decrepit. The paint job was mostly gone, leaving only the color of rust, and there were multiple dents in the doors. The engine sounded sick, like it was in desperate need of some tender loving care. That wasn’t too surprising, though. What else would they expect from a Ford?
    There was one thing very different about the truck, though, and it gave Edward pause. In the bed of the truck, held down with chains, was what appeared to be a large cage. It took up the entire bed and was perhaps six feet high, but it looked significantly newer than the truck. There might have been a person in the cage, but it was hard for Edward to tell. The truck was moving fast and didn’t have much in the way of shocks anymore, so whoever sat in the cage was being rattled and tossed around. For a