Jenni moved closer, her gun aimed toward the wardrobe, standing across from Davey and near the bed.
“I don't think you should-” Jimmy started.
Davey looked back as his hand rested on the lever just enough for there to be a click. “What?”
The doors exploded outward, knocking Davey to the floor, and tossing Jenni backwards onto the bed. Her gun flew out of her hand, hit the floor and skittered under a chair in the corner. The largest zombie Jenni had ever seen rushed out, stepped on Davey, and rushed toward Jimmy and Curtis at a fast clip.
Jenni rolled as fast as she could over the bed to the other side as the as the zombie ran across the room toward Curtis and Jimmy.
Another form, mostly eaten, barely resembling what had been a human female, slithered out of the wardrobe.
“Davey!” Jenni screamed.
He climbed to his knees only to be confronted by the grisly creature with strips of flesh hanging off its bones. It lunged forward and bit deep into his cheek.
Meanwhile, Curtis shot the enormous zombie in the head, but it just kept barreling forward.
“It's Bubba Wilkins! He has a metal plate in his head,” Jimmy shouted.
“Shit,” Curtis shouted.
Jimmy turned and tackled Curtis out of the hotel room door and slammed the door shut behind them.
Jenni stood in shock, breathing heavily. Only the bed stood between her and the two zombies.
Chapter 7
1. Dance With Death
This is how you die, she heard Lloyd's voice in her head. may not have gotten you, but he will.
Jenni stood, breathing heavily, and watched the enormous zombie bang on the door. It hadn’t noticed her yet and was desperate to get to Jimmy and Curtis.
The munching and slurping noises of the female zombie eating Davey's face and his painful sobs filled the room. She wanted to scream at Davey to shoot the creature, but she couldn't speak, didn't dare speak.
Slowly, she started to squat down so she could reach under the chair for her gun. Her breath sounded so loud and harsh in her ears, she was sure the zombie could hear her, but he kept pounding on the door. Her heart seemed to thud in time to the meaty fists banging against the door. Her skin felt slick and cold.
She began to feel along the floor under the chair, trying to find the weapon, all the while keeping her eyes on the zombie in the plumber's outfit banging on the door. Her knees were creaking in protest as she tried to keep her balance and not move too quickly. The last she wanted to do was attract the huge zombie’s attention.
Davey wasn't even making a sound now and she knew what that meant. Soon there would be three of these things to deal with.
Her mind was playing tricks with her now. Memories overlapping with reality. For a moment it was Lloyd at the door and Benji on the other side of the bed. She forced those thoughts out of her mind.
You don’t understand, Jenni. You’re a stupid, crazy bitch. And it's time for you to die. To turn into what we are and eat the face off your spic boyfriend, Lloyd’s voice taunted her.
Jenni grimaced as her body ached for her to move faster, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off the zombie or the other side of the bed.
You always were such a stupid little Mexican’t. Can’t do a damn thing right. Guess your mother’s blood fucked you up more than I thought. I never should have married a half-breed, Lloyd’s voice mocked her.
Gawdammit, why did he have to haunt her now?
Her fingers were almost to the gun when the enormous zombie turned around. The flesh from its forehead had torn free and a metal plate was visible under his lank black hair. His glazed gaze rested on her. He howled and surged forward.
“Shit!”
In her haste, she knocked the gun further away and realized she had to give it up. Rising to her feet, she saw the zombie stumble on the far side of the bed. Probably over the other zombie and Davey.
Jenni backed up and felt something hard hit her hip. Looking behind her, she realized she was up against a door to a balcony.