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In a small town off Interstate 45 a small uprising was growing faster than the local police could track. Soon the federal government would send forces to intervene. They'd wrap the situation up before word spread that graves were empty that night that had been full for years and the freshly dead were stumbling out of the small morgue dragging their toe tags across warm asphalt to fight through a blockade set up on the only road out of town. Escaping was the only way the not so living but not fully dead would hold on to their second chance at life. The zombies knew it and the police knew they had to stop them.

Jervis a man killed only a day ago in a car wreck outside of town had devised a plan to get him and his corpse bride to safety where they could finally consummate their recently documented marriage. His plan was halfway successful and he got behind the blockade with little more than some flesh lost on his shins from the nettles that filled the open areas around town. His wife was less fortunate and got a shotgun blast to the throat. Her head was attached by little more than a single strand of muscle and the base of her brain. Jervis fashioned a splint out of bark-crusted branches and fabric from his pressed white shirt. His wife opened her eyes for the first time three days later as they made it to a small cave in one of the mountain ranges that crossed the state. In fact it was little more than an over hang of loose rock, but Jervis again using his carpentry skills supported it with found branches making it safe for his pale, wood choked wife while he went searching for food.

Rabbits were plentiful and Jervis caught several of them with little effort. They wouldn’t provide enough of the hormones they needed to stay alive though. He had his mind set on something bigger and more substantially hormone filled: adolescent boys and girls. He snuck back into town and snapped the neck of a young boy and girl that were wandering around the edges of town out of curiosity. Jervis figured with them missing a search party would provide enough spicy brain pudding to keep the both of them alive for the journey they had ahead. Jervis cracked the cranium of the boy with a large piece of slate and scooped the hormone rich soup of scrambled brains into his wife’s mouth. She responded immediately by sitting up with a crazed look in her eye. She sucked the rest of the fatty goop straight out of its container. Jervis feasted on the sweeter of the species neurons and tossed the bodies over a cliff near their temporary home. After his wife gained her composure they had the this-is-what-we-have-to-do talk. They agreed it was the only way and they waited for a search party to form and start scouring remote locations for the missing town halos.

It didn’t take long for the cunning plan to unfold just as Jervis had envisioned it. Leading the expedition was a fine young man who the town looked to in this matter because of his extensive training in melee weapons and the close combat it required to take down zombies that strayed into the forest. Shooting them wasn’t practical and it was certain the earth soaked corpses of the long since dead would have the jump on any of the rosy cheeked living. Jake was thrilled to finally put his skills to the test and set out at the lead position with twenty or so trembling young men and women bringing up the rear. About five minutes into the march a lanky, mostly bone corpse dropped on Jake and gnashed his skull until it burst open like oven popped popcorn. After Jake fell Jervis and a few rogue zombies dropped bodies like a gust of wind through a castle of cards. Jervis drug the five bodies he laid claim to back to the divot in the mountain and severed their heads from their useless necks. They had enough for the journey ahead so Jervis packed 3 on his back and 2 on his wife’s before they set off for the next town.

To be continued….

Description
In a small town off Interstate 45 a small uprising was growing faster than the local police could track. Soon the federal government would send forces to intervene. They'd wrap the situation up before word spread that graves were empty that night that had been full for years and the freshly dead were stumbling out of the small morgue dragging their toe tags across warm asphalt to fight through a blockade set up on the only road out of town. Escaping was the only way the not so living but not fully dead would hold on to their second chance at life. The zombies knew it and the police knew they had to stop them.

Jervis a man killed only a day ago in a car wreck outside of town had devised a plan to get him and his corpse bride to safety where they could finally consummate their recently documented marriage. His plan was halfway successful and he got behind the blockade with little more than some flesh lost on his shins from the nettles that filled the open areas around town. His wife was less fortunate and got a shotgun blast to the throat. Her head was attached by little more than a single strand of muscle and the base of her brain. Jervis fashioned a splint out of bark-crusted branches and fabric from his pressed white shirt. His wife opened her eyes for the first time three days later as they made it to a small cave in one of the mountain ranges that crossed the state. In fact it was little more than an over hang of loose rock, but Jervis again using his carpentry skills supported it with found branches making it safe for his pale, wood choked wife while he went searching for food.

Rabbits were plentiful and Jervis caught several of them with little effort. They wouldn’t provide enough of the hormones they needed to stay alive though. He had his mind set on something bigger and more substantially hormone filled: adolescent boys and girls. He snuck back into town and snapped the neck of a young boy and girl that were wandering around the edges of town out of curiosity. Jervis figured with them missing a search party would provide enough spicy brain pudding to keep the both of them alive for the journey they had ahead. Jervis cracked the cranium of the boy with a large piece of slate and scooped the hormone rich soup of scrambled brains into his wife’s mouth. She responded immediately by sitting up with a crazed look in her eye. She sucked the rest of the fatty goop straight out of its container. Jervis feasted on the sweeter of the species neurons and tossed the bodies over a cliff near their temporary home. After his wife gained her composure they had the this-is-what-we-have-to-do talk. They agreed it was the only way and they waited for a search party to form and start scouring remote locations for the missing town halos.

It didn’t take long for the cunning plan to unfold just as Jervis had envisioned it. Leading the expedition was a fine young man who the town looked to in this matter because of his extensive training in melee weapons and the close combat it required to take down zombies that strayed into the forest. Shooting them wasn’t practical and it was certain the earth soaked corpses of the long since dead would have the jump on any of the rosy cheeked living. Jake was thrilled to finally put his skills to the test and set out at the lead position with twenty or so trembling young men and women bringing up the rear. About five minutes into the march a lanky, mostly bone corpse dropped on Jake and gnashed his skull until it burst open like oven popped popcorn. After Jake fell Jervis and a few rogue zombies dropped bodies like a gust of wind through a castle of cards. Jervis drug the five bodies he laid claim to back to the divot in the mountain and severed their heads from their useless necks. They had enough for the journey ahead so Jervis packed 3 on his back and 2 on his wife’s before they set off for the next town.

To be continued….