Zombie Tales: Primrose Court Apt. 305 Read Online Free Page A

when he had trouble.
    I wish the elevator
worked.
    ~ It’s your own fault,
Charlie Boy. ~
    It took a few minutes to get down to
the second floor. He stood on the top step looking down at the next
flight. He could see the front door. Through the glass, he could
see his old Lincoln right next to the curb. Charles was so intent
on the last leg of his journey that he didn’t even notice the man
come up and stand right next to him.
    “So what’s with all the noise, Mr.
Grimly?” the man asked.
    Charles spun to face the newcomer,
clutching the handles of his bags tighter.
    “… What?” he
asked.
    The man was tall and pale. His skin was
tight over his bones, making his face look skeletal. Charles
thought he recognized the man, but he couldn’t be sure.
    ~ The shut-in from
apartment 205, idiot. He’s the one who was pounding on the ceiling,
probably called the cops too. Just be nice, and brush him off.
~
    “Oh, yeah, the noise, sorry about
that,” Charles tried to smile. “I was cutting up an old table I
need to get rid of. It’s way too heavy to carry down the
stairs.”
    The pale man glared
suspiciously, but didn’t respond further. After a moment, he folded
his arms close to his ribs and began to descend the stairs. Charles
started down after him, but the man quickly disappeared out the
front door. Charles was exhausted. He finally resorted to dragging
the bags down the stairs behind him, letting them thump with each step. As
he reached the bottom step, he heard a gunshot out front. He tried
to see through the glass of the double doors, passed his old
car.
    Oh, no. Oh,
shit.
    ~ Don’t just stand here,
hurry, Charlie Boy. ~
    Charles dragged the two bags across the
floor, their wheels whirring on the hardwood. He pushed the front
door open with his back and dragged the luggage out. There was
another shot. When he turned around and saw the street he froze.
Several people lay bleeding on the opposite sidewalk and in the
street. A taxi was speeding away and a cop was tumbling down the
road, having just been struck.
    Charles was hit from behind. He
stumbled forward; one of the suitcases tumbled down the steps, as
the other cop pushed passed him and vaulted to the sidewalk,
sprinting towards his partner.
    ~ The case, Charlie, get
the suitcase. ~
    He fumbled down the five steps and
managed to grab the plastic, extendo handle. He cringed when his
ankle turned, but his stomach twisted into a knot when he saw that
his luggage was leaking some of his wife out onto the
sidewalk.
    ~ Get it in the trunk,
fool, there’s blood all over the street, no one is going to notice
a few more drops. ~
    He fumbled with his keys. His hand was
shaking and the screaming cop down the street wasn’t helping. Just
as the trunk popped open, there was another gunshot. Charles didn’t
even bother to look. He heaved one, then the other bag into the
spacious trunk and slammed it hard. He turned just as a Korean lady
in a red shirt grabbed his arm.
    The dark haired woman frowned at him,
staring with fixed pale eyes.
    She’s blind.
    ~ There’s something wrong
with her, Charlie Boy, look at her neck. ~
    He took a long look at the side of her
neck; it looked as if someone had taken a Saws-All to it. The
lady’s teeth sank deep into the flesh of his arm. She grabbed it
like a piece of corn on the cob and just started chomping away.
Charles yanked his injured arm free and shoved the woman away from
him with everything he had. She landed hard on the concrete, her
head snapping back and striking it with a little crack.
    A panel van flew by so fast that
Charles didn’t even have time to read the business name on the
side. The wheels rolled over the midsection of the woman with a
sickening crunch. Charles just stared for a second, when he finally
recovered slightly he saw the two cops limping into the front of
the building. All around him, the city seemed to be a battle field.
He could hear gunfire in the distance.
    ~ Go; go now, before more
cops show up.