rattled each time the zombie threw itself at the other side of the door. The three friends sat with their backs to the pile in order to add extra support to their barricade. The screeching sounds coming from the hysterical zombie flooded the cottage and the three covered their ears. After what seemed to be an hour, the screeching stopped and so did the banging. “Is it gone?” Mary Beth asked as she shook in fear. Sue Ann just looked at her. The blood had drained from her face and she looked paler than the moon. “I don’t know. But something is different. He tried to open the door with the handle. They shouldn’t be able to do that.” Joe said. “If there is something different with this one… if he is able to use reasoning then what happens next?” Sue Ann asked. She looked at Mary Beth and Joe. They seemed equally lost. “What if it didn’t kill Todd and Bobby for food or out of fear?” Sue said after a while. Joe and Mary Beth looked up at her not knowing where she was going with this. “What other reasons could it have?” Joe asked. Sue Ann shrugged. Just then a rustling noise came from outside the front of the cabin. All three immediately turned toward the noise. Then another sound came from behind the back of the cabin and they flipped their heads around. Thump! A sound came from the roof. They all looked up. Then Sue Ann grabbed Joe’s arm. “What if it knew that it was the last one… and it’s… recruiting…” She said slowly. The other two looked at her with new terror in their eyes. Just then they saw Todd in the window with blood dripping from his mouth and a dead look in his eyes. At the other window they saw a flash of movement and then saw Bobby’s eyes piercing through the glass as he gnashed his teeth. Crack! The roof gave in and the zombie was standing in front of them. Slowly, he walked over to the pile of stuff in front of the door. With incredible strength, he pushed it aside and opened the door for the other two fresh zombies. They slowly entered the cottage and cornered Joe, Sue Ann and Mary Beth. Before he felt the sting of the bite, Joe whispered, “but it was almost over.” The three died to the sound of teeth on their bones. They were spotted in town three weeks later. They were the start of the second epidemic.
BONUS STORY: ZOMBIE TRAIL Jenny sat at the stool near the kitchen counter, uncharacteristically silent. She had felt shitty most of the week. After the buzz she got from drinking a bottle of Jack, she had a two-day flu or something. Now she had a headache. And depression. It just came. Like a freight train and there was nothing she could do about it. She had a tall and thin physique, and took Cross-fit classes long before they were cool. She wore her long blonde hair pulled back. She had red rims around her eyes for the longest time now. Jenny cried herself to sleep at night. She couldn't help it. Her grandfather's house had a musty, uncared-for feel to it. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be. A thin layer of dust covered the tables and desks. She looked up and saw that a large spider was making a web in the corner of the wall. She turned the knob on the old transistor radio. Just looking at the old thing gave her a tinge of nostalgia as she remembered her grandfather taking it with him wherever he went. She thought hearing voices, any kind of voice, kept him company. Jenny sipped gingerly at her hot coffee and idly looked up as Megan walked sleepily into the kitchen. Her straight, raven black hair shined as she stood against the sunlight from the window. And despite the sleep rocks in the corner of her eyes, she had a face that sparkled with a devil may care attitude.