“The Soulless” VIII
Posted by fictionforum on June 16, 2008
My sincere apologies for the delayed post. It seems as of late, we here at Story Horde have all been pretty busy! Better late than never for some zombifaction!
As I round the corner into the porch, I glimpse the scene.
It’s my landlord.
He’s snarling. His arm is wrapped like a hungry anaconda around Jeb’s neck. Pressed to Jeb’s sweaty temple is the barrel of Mr. Panova’s gun. His hostel face is pocked with sores, his eyes are circled by purple skin.
“Daddy!” Anya screams.
“Who are you! I want you out of here! Get out of my house!” Mr. Panova hollers, he twists around, pointing the gun wantonly at us and the shoving it into Jeb’s neck. He backs up into a window, the glass rattles in its frame.
“Please, sir,” Jeb peeps. He can hardly breathe, his extra facial tissue is all bunched around his jaw line. His eyes are bulging with fear and lack of oxygen. I put my hands up and ease my way towards him.
“Daddy! What are you doing!” Anya screams. She falls to her knees.
“Not many people are going to survive! I am not going to die!” He shoots the gun into the air and we all jump. Jeb closes his eyes. “It’s loaded!”
“Mr. Panova, please, try and be reasonable. There are enough supplies in here for everyone to share until help comes,” I say slowly.
“No! No!”
“Daddy! What’s wrong with you?” Anya begs. One of the sores starts bleeding. He wipes it with he sleeve hurriedly.
“Get ‘im off o’ me!” Jeb orgles.
“Mr. Panova, you’ve got to tell me, were you bitten?” I ask, cautiously. I step forward.
“Get away from me, boy!” Mr. Panova shouts and shoots me in shoulder. I’m thrown back. Anya screams. Suddenly there’s a scuffle. There are three more gun shots. I curl into a little ball. There is yelling and a body drops to the floor with a sickening thump.
