Horror Fan Fiction ❯ Death Comes Knocking ❯ Bowling ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

“Hey Sarah, look through my cd's and put something in, the radio never has anything good on anymore.” Jennifer told Sarah, who was sitting in the passenger seat of Jennifer's beat up blue truck.

“Alright, lets see what we got, Trace Adkins, Montgomery Gentry, hey, Garth Brooks, not bad. Dwight Yoakam, oh my god!” Sarah laughed, while Jennifer just scowled at her.

“Yes I have Dwight Yoakam, don't put it in if ya don't like it.” Jennifer stuck out her tongue at Sarah. “Keep looking, im sure you'll find something.”

“I think I've got something right here.” Sarah said as she picked a cd out from Jennifer's cd case and put it into the trucks cd player. Within a few seconds Metallica's version of turn the page was blaring full blast throughout the truck.

“Hell yeah! I love this shit!” Sarah yelled to the brunette behind the wheel.

“I can tell girl.” Grinned Jennifer.

With some good driving music to cruise to, Jennifer and Sarah continued their trek to the bowling alley in the next town over, Bluefield, Va. Around 45 minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of the towns bowling alley, just named generically “Bluefield Bowling Alley”.

“You gonna cover me, I'm a poor person.” Sarah joked around with her friend.

“Hell no, you've got more money than me!” Laughed Jennifer.

“I wonder where everyone's going, we sure passed a lot of cars on the way here. No way there coming home from work, its almost eight.” Sarah asked after she had stopped laughing.

“Ah, I don't know, maybe heading away from all that trouble up north, don't know why though, the army will take care of everything.” Jennifer confidently told Sarah.

“I reckon they can, sure hope it doesn't come down this way. Anyway, lets do some bowling girl, and see if we can find and cute guys for ya.” Sarah elbowed Jennifer slightly in the ribs.

“Sounds like a winner to me.” she laughed, taking her arm and pulling Sarah forward, “Let's go on in, maybe we'll both get lucky.”

The two girls sauntered into the bowling alley, laughing and pushing each other around. After three hours of playing, and no cute guys anywhere in sight, the two were getting tired and slightly bored.

“My arm is killing me Jennifer, and there is only old scruffy men in here.” Pouted Sarah.

“Yeah, my arm is killing me too, and your right, not a single hot guy here, and its almost empty, wanna go ahead and get outta here? It's almost eleven, and you can stay at my place, watch some tv or something.” Jennifer told her

“Yeah, this place is really starting to bore me, lets get outta here, let me go use the bathroom first.” said Sarah as she was walking to the ladies room.

“I'll be waiting in the lobby for ya, don't take forever!” Yelled Jennifer as Sarah entered the bathroom.

Jennifer walked to the lobby and leaned on the front desk, looking at the paintings and posters on the wall. Weird choice in paintings, she thought, that looks like the one called “The scream”. Who did that one? Van Gogh? Yeah, I think he did that one, Jennifer was thinking to herself when a large black man with a security guard uniform came stumbling in.

“Somebody call 911!” the man yelled to the couple of people who behind the desk, holding his right arm.

“What happened?” A tall lanky blonde haired man asked him as he picked up the phone to call for an ambulance.

“Some fucking crazy tried to mug me or something when I was walking to my car a few blocks down, fucker latched onto my arm and took a big piece off with him!” He showed the 6 people gathered around his arm for proof. There was a huge hole in his arm bleeding profusely. “I had to hit him over the head with my nightstick to get away from the dude.” He replaced the piece of cloth back over it, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Sorry man, the lines busy, I tried the cops and theirs is busy too.” The man with the phone told him.

“WHAT? How in gods name can they be fucking busy!” the large man screamed at him, then regaining his composer, he leaned against the wall. “I need to get to the hospital and get this stitched up. Im suddenly not feeling to well, got a chair I can sit in?” the man asked noone in particular. As he slowly sank along the wall to sit down with a thud on the floor. “Keep trying to get through, I need to go to hospital.” The man's slurred words came to them.

Jennifer was just staring at the man, wondering what was going on, after hearing his story. “He looks bad, what can we do for him?” she asked who she thought was the manager

“We can keep trying to call the hospital, but ill go get a blanket and wrap around him, looks like he's passed out.” said the manager as he walked into a little room behind the desk.

“Hey! I think he just stopped breathing!”A short bearded man told them when he had bent close to the man.

Jennifer walked over to him and put her head to his chest, she couldn't feel a pulse, he was dead. “You had better try to get hold of somebody, he's dead.” she looked around “Anyone know CPR?” she asked them. The people gathered around all shook their heads no.

She stood up and walked over to the man trying to call for help. While an older man bent over the body of the black man to see if he was truly dead, and that's when the man suddenly sat up and grabbed hold of the old mans arm and started to bite down. The man let out a bloodcurdling scream and tried to yank his arm back, hitting the man in the face over and over, but the dead man just ripped a large section of his wrinkled skin off, and bit down again on the old mans arm. Finally after a few seconds of tearing and ripping, the old mans arm was torn off from the elbow down, and the zombie went to town on the mans arm. The old man, who looked like he was a farmer, was screaming his lungs out in pain and just staring at where his arm used to be.

Sarah came running out when she heard the first screams of the old man, and ran into the lobby to witness the mans arm being ripped off.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Jennifer! We've got to get outta here, right fucking now!” Sarah had seen enough zombie movies to know what she was seeing.

“We cant, we need to stay here and help these people, wait for the cops and paramedics to get here.” Jennifer told her as she was wrapping a shirt around the now unconscious old man.

The other people in th lobby were still just standing around in shock at what they had seen. A woman in a green flowered dress just stood there wide eyed and opened mouth when the large black zombie got up and ran right at her, biting into her neck. The woman didn't even scream as her throat was ripped open.

Jennifer got up from the now dead old man and started to calmly walk over to where to zombie was feasting on the woman's neck. By now, the spell over everyone else had broken, and almost as one, they started to run in wild abandon towards their car. Sarah ran and caught Jennifer before she was able to get close to the gory scene and grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her towards the door.

“Come on! What the hell are you doing, cant you see that man is a zombie! He's eating that woman for gods sake!” Sarah yelled to her friend as she forcibly turned her around to look at her, but what she saw in her eyes scared her. There was nothing remotely resembling intelligence in those eyes, just a dull glassy sheen.

“No, they just need help, ill wait for the ambulance to get here.” Jennifer told her in soft emotionless words. “You should wait here with me. We can help that woman over there” Jennifer smiled and slowly pointed to the now rising dead woman.

“Jennifer, give me the keys, give me the keys now. We've got to get out of here!” Sarah pleaded as she watched the woman getting up and turn her attention towards the two young girls standing near the door.

Jennifer just stared without blinking at her and frowned, then slowly got her keys out of her pocket and handed them to Sarah. “You go for help. I'll just stay here and care for these people.” The smile reappeared on Jennifer's face.

Sarah then knew that her friend had lost her mind, and had a tough choice to make, and only seconds to make it. With tears streaming down her face, Sarah quickly embraced her best friend. “I love you Jen, ill see you later, take care.” Sarah turned and fled out the door into the parking lot just before three zombies attacked Jennifer. Climbing into the truck, she turned the key and it roared to life, with tires squealing, she turned onto the highway to make her way home. Crying like a broken hearted child, Sarah started down the suddenly chaotic highway. There were cars and trucks speeding down the direction she was taking, and she joined in with the frantic rush away from hell. She suddenly had a thought to turn on the radio, hoping to pick up something. She turned it to the local station, and caught the night DJ telling people to make it to the national guard base next to the college, that they were a safe place to go. Still listening intently, Sarah now had a place to go, her parents could go to hell, which she suddenly thought that everywhere was now hell. After years of abuse, she had lost all love and respect for her family, and she was content to just leave them to die.

Still crying, Sarah began to make her way toward the safe haven of the National Guard base, weaving in and out of crashed cars and reckless drivers.

A/N: Hope this one wasnt too bad. Would have wrote this one a few days ago, but im trying to get my things together and get ready for college to start back. But I think ive got the ball rolling now, so maybe ill get a few more chapters up soon...and zombies scream, just not words, they moan, but if you watch the new-ish dawn of the dead, they scream, growl loudly, but i dont want to start an arguement lol. Later people.