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The streets of New York were flooded with the bodies of millions of former inhabitants. Each individual corpse moaned in a low monotonous tone. Together the sounds they made shook the city. Every ghoul was oblivious to its surroundings and its brethren.
The only thing that excited them all was Jordan. He had been hopelessly running through the city for over an hour. The mob following him was becoming larger by the second; and soon it was a sea of the living dead. The ghouls could shamble around all day chasing him, but he knew that eventually the mob would cut him off with their numbers, as they gradually grew larger.
He took an alleyway off the main street and searched for a way to escape. Behind him, the frantic ghouls crushed against the small opening of the alley and a lucky few still came at him. He quickly came to a dead end and the zombies were about fifteen feet from him. He hit the garbage container at the end of the alley breathlessly. He was sure that it was all over. He had ran as far as possible only to die in a dank alley way miles from his home. He turned to face his followers. They seemed to be coming faster as they got closer .With their decomposing minds urging their decomposing bodies to move faster and bite into Jordan’s flesh. With a newfound longing for life he climbed the garbage can and stood with his back flat against the wall.
Now they surrounded the garbage can and their hands all shot up to drag him down. One corpse managed to grasp the bottom of his jeans and almost pulled him down with an amazing strength for a dead person. Jordan jerked his foot free of her grasp and kicked her in the face, knocking her to the ground. As he was getting his footing back, he saw his way out of the alley: A fire escape. He knew it was his one chance of survival, even if it was a slim one. The ladder was a good eight feet from him and about the same height. He used the same rotting woman as a platform to jump from. His hands barely grasped the bottom rung of the ladder. The ghouls grabbed and pulled at his feet but he shook free and pulled himself up one at a time. He stepped onto the metal platform and fell to the floor, remembering how tired he was. He'd been no athlete before the outbreak and he surprised himself with the effort he managed to put out to jump and pull himself up after an hour of running for his life.
However, this was no place to rest; the weaker zombies below him were pushed over and a human ladder was forming. He pulled out his only weapon: a big knife from a sheath on his belt. He used the butt of the knife to shatter the glass to a second story apartment. Jordan poked his head through the window; his nose was instantly assaulted by the stench of rotting flesh. The corpse of what used to be a man was sitting on the bed leaning back. Part of the top of his head was missing and could be found on the dresser across the room. There was a small revolver still clutched in the man’s hand. Jordan held back the urge to throw up all over the place at the sight and smell of death this close to him. He eased the revolver out of his hand without touching the body and checked it for bullets. All five of them had been fired. He searched around in drawers and under the bed for a box of ammunition but he had no luck.
Cautiously, Jordan opened the door to the main room of the apartment. Outside he could hear them banging on the metal platform of the fire escape. He walked through to the door and opened it, immidiately Outside there was a pile of dead tenants. Jordan gagged again as he stepped over their bodies and continued on his way to the roof. It was dark in the hallway. Electricity had been out for the past three days in the city. The only light came from a few apartment doors that were open. Jordan slowly became aware of a methodic banging that was audible above the shrieking outside. It was coming from a door at the end of the hallway. As Jordan came closer to the stairs and the last door of the hallway, the banging got louder and faster. He was about five feet from the door whem it fell off its hinges and the ghoul came spilling out into the hallway.
It was a teenager in its past life. A shorter kid with his lip still pierced and long black hair. As it started pushing, itself up slowly Jordan stood ready to dispatch the creature with his knife. It rose clumsily to its feet and shambled towards Jordan. He could feel blood rushing rapidly through his body as his heart pushed blood around even faster as fear and exhaustion combined. Jordan lifted the knife and thrust down as hard as he could. The knife penetrated the zombie’s skull halfway up the blade. It was enough to send it instantly to its knees, then the floor. Jordan continued up the stairs, his bloody knife shaking in his hand the whole way up.
He climbed all the way up the stairs to the top floor. The door to the roof was hanging open and was gently swaying in the breeze. After he walked onto the gravel roof, he had to squint out the harsh sun after being in the dark. He closed the door behind him and noticed that the deadbolt locked from the inside. Jordan started piling gravel in front of the door. Realizing that this was not going to keep anything out he got the idea to take one of the curved vents and pin it up against the doorknob. He picked a smaller vent and started kicking it. With every kick, the zombies on street level grew more frantic to get inside themselves as some already were doing. After a few hard kicks, it came off the roof. He propped it against the doorknob and tested it by pulling on he knob. The door stayed put.
Jordan was safer now, but soon they would make their way aimlessly to the top. He looked around the perimeter of the building. All the buildings around it were taller or too short to jump to. He had to find a way off but he also had to rest. He had been on the move about an hour and a half now and the adrenaline was no longer flowing. Taking a seat against the low wall around the perimeter of the roof, he reflected on the past day.
It started out just like any other after the outbreak. He quietly ate a few
crackers for breakfast then checked out the windows of his apartment for
activity. A few ghouls walked the streets below him but that was normal. His
apartment was becoming a prison cell. He had not left for over a month and the electricity being out did not help. Half of his stocked food was rotting now because of the lack of refrigeration. In addition, the whole apartment was beginning to smell. He was contemplating a way to cut through to his neighbor’s apartment. There had been no activity in the building for about a week. He felt safe that nothing would hear him sawing. He started on the wall by using a steak knifes to saw through the drywall. His arm tired but he kept thinking about spreading out through the whole floor and having lots of room to live in, instead of his one small apartment.
After about ten minutes of sawing, he had a foot long cut down the wall. He
figured he could start ripping chunks of the wall out and he got a good-sized
hole between the two studs that he could squeeze through. He started moving his canned foods and other supplies into his new addition. He realized it was a huge mistake to eat the food that could be stored longer first instead of the food that needed refrigeration. Jordan was busy trying to get the blinds at a perfect angle to let light in but also block the view from the street when he heard a loud bang on the wooden door of his new abode. He had been too busy relocating his food cache to remember to barricade the door. In his apartment, he had a heavy dresser in front of the door and other furniture stacked on it. All that was keeping the hungry ghoul out of his new home was a flimsy chain lock. Jordan ran through the hole in the wall back in to his apartment. He desperately tried to think of a way to separate the two apartments again. However, it would take time to make something work and time was currently at a premium. He could tell by the moans that a couple more had joined the first zombie.
The sound of the doorframe cracking snapped Jordan out of his daze and made him make a hard but quick decision to abandon his home and run for it. He moved his barricade of furniture away from the door and unlocked it. He heard them stumbling around next door and opened his door. He sprinted down the hall to the stairs he jumped down them four at a time. He came to the bottom of the stairwell quickly and busted through the door
into the lobby. In the early morning light streaming through the glass door, he could see a few lurking in the room but he ran past them to the door and
continued running.
“And that brings me to this stupid rooftop,” he mumbled to himself. Jordan stood up and looked over the low wall at the giant crowd below him. Every one of their rotting bodies was trying to push the others out their way to get into the building faster. He sat back down with a sigh and a thud. He wished he would have stayed in his apartment and not tried to cut through the damn wall. There was enough food to last a few days at least and the water was still running. Now he was doomed to dying on a gravel covered New York rooftop with some cashier or mailman clamping down on his neck while all its friends helped themselves to the rest of Jordan’s body.
Jordan stood up again and racked his brain for ideas to get him off the rooftop, but nothing was coming to him. Maybe he could use something as a parachute to jump onto one of the lower buildings around him.
“No that would never work. I would be in the same situation with two broken legs. How the fuck am I going to get out of this?” He said as if he was expecting an answer from someone. The mob below him was at a standstill because they could only get in through the one broken window. As he was staring at his fan club below he heard a loud and familiar bang over the moans of the dead. The vent slid out from under the door handle and landed flat on the ground. Jordan’s heart stopped beating for a split second. He watched in horror as the lone zombie responsible tripped over the top stair and stumbled out into the sunlight. As soon as it was on the ground it was trying to push itself back up then it started shambling toward Jordan. He reached for the knife on his belt. He put his hands on the handle and tried to unclip the sheath with his index finger. He had to give in and use his left hand to unclasp the knife. He held it up above his head, ready to defend his life by all means necessary even if it was only for a few minutes longer.
As the zombie slowly closed in on him, it seemed unlikely that he would survive the rest of the day. When the zombie got within arms length, he brought the blade down as hard as he could onto the creatures head. The blade glanced off the zombie’s skull and slid down the right side of its head under the skin. Jordan couldn’t get his arm away from its face quick enough and the zombie bit down on his right forearm. Jordan panicked and ripped his arm out of the creatures mouth and kicked him to the ground. He jumped over its body and ran towards the door. He made it just as a group of three more was coming up the stairs. He slammed the door in their faces and stood against it to keep them in. With his back up against the door he looked up to the sky. It had grown cloudy and small drops of rain were falling intermittently. He did what he had put off doing and looked at his arm; the creature had taken off a chunk of skin and flesh from above his wrist.
The ones inside the building were pounding on the door now and the one on the roof was getting back up. Again, it started shambling toward Jordan, this time with the knife still dangling from its head. He had no choice but to let the door open and get away from his pursuer. As soon as he was away from the door, more zombies started flowing from it and joining the slow moving chase. He ran to the side of the roof as his heart felt ready to jump straight out of his chest. He looked from the river flowing at him to the sea below him. He stepped up onto the low wall and locked on to a lower building. He had slipped up and now he knew that his life would be the cost of the mistake. He wouldn’t allow the zombies to decide how he died; that was one thing he would keep for himself.
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