The Zombie Evolution Read Free

stomach was the lift, yet this time the exiting fluid was accompanied by his intestines and other such entrails.
     
    I stood and stared in utter disbelief. I couldn’t for the life of me comprehend what the hell was happening. What the fuck is this?! What the fuck do I do? I mean, this guy is gone, there’s no stuffing all that back in, but Zombies ?? ZOMBIES?! This isn’t a prank, this isn’t a YouTube trick; this is fucking real!
     
    With the upmost caution, I tiptoed back into the cubicle so as not to draw attention to myself. I took a moment to compose, to wrack my brains on what to do next, on how to get past them without me meeting the same horrific fate as the stranger I had just seen be turned inside out. I needed to get out of here, but I also needed something to fend them off; a weapon, just something to keep them at bay long enough to permit me apt time to peg it out of the door. Scouting the cubicle revealed very little options. So, with as little sound as possible I turned around and removed the ceramic lid of the toilet to use as a weapon, or at least a shield. I don’t want to fight these things, at all, but if I try to defend myself with my hands then I’m getting bitten, and then it’s game over.
    Lifting the lid off the toilet, I took a moment to inhale deeply make a seemingly futile attempt at composing myself. The plan was pretty simple really, or simple in theory anyway; All I had to do was get out of the cubicle, hit them with the toilet lid if necessary, run the fuck out of the toilets and leg it down the stairs to find the boys. Fuck I hope they’re ok. I really hope this is only something happening up here. I’ve only been ten minutes for Christ’s sake; how bad could it be?
     
    Right, deep breath in, here we go.
     
    As I mentally prepared myself, my brain got carried away with thought and I had stopped focussing on what was actually happening around me. Only then did I notice the screams had stopped and the entire bathroom was now eerily deafening in its silence. Confused, I pensively turned my body in a slow, cautious rotation. I gulped; as there one was; Zombie number one, standing in the door way of the cubicle, and me, now imprisoned in this shit box with no escape, holding nothing but a fucking toilet lid to defend myself with. Shit .
     
    In reality it was probably only a second or two, but in my head this eye to eye standoff went on for decades. We stared into each other’s eyes; me into his soulless, dull white portals to Hell, and him into my sneeze guards over the buffet. It was an unwelcome and unwanted opportunity to take a closer look at my looming assailant; a rotting, stinking, green and yellow coloured corpse with cold lifeless eyes and a gormless mouth which hung open to reveal two rows of jagged, chipped blades of teeth. This standoff continued for a few moments, each of us sizing up the other. Until in a flash his hands shot up from his side and maneuvered toward me with terrifying conviction.
     
    “Fuck you!”
    I yelled, as I slammed the toilet top over his head, instantly spraying sharp pieces of ceramic material all over the place.
     
    With the slam, I kicked it backwards into the wall, and now, out of the cubicle, I ran forward and smashed it again, knocking it against the wall and collapsed in a heap on the floor. The second zombie, now very much aware of my presence and showing a distinct lack of remorse to its brain thirsty accomplice, was in the middle of the bathroom slowly pacing towards me. The beast moaned this distinctive, low toned, demonic siren as a marching theme as he moved steadily in my direction. It was a grotesque monster, completely white eyed with green, decaying, lifeless flesh on his face and hands. It had clearly been clothed in a suit before ‘turning’, but that suit was now torn to shreds, barely covering his thighs, torso and midriff.  Its mouth remained open with strings of broken skin hanging down to hold its jaw in place as it