Bayleigh – Thursday: Plague Day
The woman leapt at her. Bayleigh screamed, the same sound she’d made when Ali had fallen, and threw herself back. Her feet caught on a corpse and she collapsed. Her bum landed on something soft which she realised, with gorge rising, was a dead body. She rolled off, squirming and shaking only to have a claw grab her arm and yank.
The zombie pulled her onto her other side, sending a stabbing pain through her shoulder. Their gazes met and she saw eyes that reflected no life or light. They sucked in the light around them and turned it to darkness. Bayleigh was transfixed. It lasted only a moment before she realised the creature wasn’t trying to pull her toward it, but was using her to pull itself.
It slid across the floor and bared its teeth again. The smell that emanated from its mouth made her stomach heave and her eyes water.
‘Bayleigh get out of there.’
Layla’s useful advice only partially permeated her consciousness. Most of her mind was occupied with trying to work out what had happened to the woman who’s face now hovered only a few feet from her own. The skin was pasty and putty-like, except where it was flaking off in thick chunks. Her eyes were sunken, as though the skin had just given up and let the weight of them drag it into her skull.
Bayleigh wasn’t sure what had happened, but she didn’t think she could call it a she anymore. There was nothing feminine about it. There was nothing human about it either. It was alien, its movements jerky and almost as though something else was controlling it with one of those little boxes you got with remote controlled cars.
Her thinking came to an abrupt end when it raised its head and brought it down toward her knee. She realised at the last second it intended to bite her and with a shriek she yanked her leg out the way. The creature’s head fell between her legs and she felt the heat of it through her jeans. She shuffled back on her bum until she bumped into another corpse. She imagined its arms lifting from the floor and wrapping around her waist and she yelped and stood.
The thing got up almost as quick and came at her again.
‘Hit it in the head.’ This time Layla’s words cut through.
‘What?’
‘It’s a zombie, hit it in the head.’
‘There’s no such thing as zombies.’
‘Fine, it’s a plague-ridden ex-human with the need to eat you, hit it in the head.’
‘With what?’
She caught the creature’s arms as it tried to grab her and they were locked in a struggle. It wasn’t strong, not enough to overpower her, but her arms shook and her shoulder ached and she had no idea how long she could last. It didn’t look like this thing was likely to run out of stamina any time soon.
Layla came into view, creeping in a wide circle around the creature. She brandished a huge triangle of metal. Bayleigh got a glimpse of the picture and realised it was a ‘men working’ sign, one of the ones with the red outline and the picture that looked like a guy trying to put up an umbrella. It was big and Layla struggled to carry it, swaying side to side as she came closer.
Bayleigh kept her hands wrapped right around the thing’s arms. It struggled more and more, but she clung on as though her life depended on it. She had a flash of making sandwiches and trying to decide what the optimum amount of mustard to put with ham was and giggled. Layla stopped, staring at her with raised eyebrows.
The sight of her, street sign in hand and look of utter confusion on her face made Bayleigh laugh even harder. The creature shoved her arms wide and came at her with snapping teeth and the laughter died in her throat. The force of the attack put her back on her bum and suddenly she felt the hot breath of the creature on her face and felt something wet strike her chin.
She screamed and struggled and kicked and flailed. One hand slammed into the woman’s face and her cheek burst open. Blood like salad dressing streamed onto her face and chest and she vomited into her mouth. She coughed, eyes watering and with a strength she didn’t know she had, threw the creature to one side.
It landed beside her and they lay, staring one another in the face. Bayleigh hawked and spat a mouthful of bile and half-digested lunch in its face. It screamed, a sound like sandpaper tearing. That was the moment Layla appeared behind it and brought one tip of the street sign down on its head.
Layla grimaced at the wet, rough sound as it dug straight through the thing’s skull and deep into its brain. She let go, took a step back, then had to jump to avoid the sign as it toppled over. The thing went with it so its open eyes stared up at the sky and its limp, lifeless arms flopped onto its belly.
Layla turned away and threw up, the sound loud in the sudden silence of the street. Bayleigh panted, staring up at the blue sky above, wondering when she was going to wake up. Then Layla screamed and as the sky didn’t become the white of her bedroom ceiling, she decided waking up was unlikely to happen.
She rubbed her elbows as she sat and looked around. Another of the creatures was sitting up. She almost used the word zombie, but refused on the grounds that to do so would be to admit they were real. Until she actually saw one eating brains, she wasn’t going to entertain the notion.
A sound made her turn her head. The dead woman, road sign still in place was twitching and Bayleigh shoved herself back, muttering obscenities. As she got further away, she realised the reason it was twitching was another person, looking as equally dead the first, gnawing at its face. Its teeth were sunk into the woman’s cheek and Bayleigh couldn’t help herself.
She rolled in the other direction and vomited, spraying the pavement beneath her with lunch and the better part of breakfast. Then she hauled herself to her feet. Layla had frozen and stood, knees together and blood-spattered hands held out before her.
‘Lay, we have to get out of here.’
Her friend looked at her with wide, wild eyes. ‘And go where? They’re everywhere, where do we go?’
Bayleigh cast around and her eyes settled on a boutique furniture shop a little way down the road. ‘There’ll be beds and stuff in there. We just have to find a room we can barricade and—’
‘Then what? What the hell do we do then?’
‘I dunno. Wait for the police or the army or whatever I guess.’
‘You guess? They’re bloody zombies, Bay, you can’t just guess.’
She was so entranced by Layla’s screaming, hands flailing about like, well, like she was being attacked by a zombie, that she missed the person getting slowly to his feet behind her. It was only when the man’s hand landed on Layla’s shoulder that Bayleigh realised what was happening and threw herself forward.
Layla jerked and spasmed and shoved the creature so hard it tumbled over another body and lay kicking its legs into the air. In that second, Bayleigh grabbed her arm and tugged her away. They dashed along the street, letting out little shrieks every time another of the bodies stirred. They were all waking up. She wouldn’t let herself think what that meant for Ali.
They reached the door of the shop and dived in. The pastel hues of the walls and floor felt as incongruous as the five-years out of date pop music playing through the speakers, even more so when they spotted the bodies lying between the beautifully organised displays. She pulled Layla along until they reached the wide staircase and dashed up it.
There were beds up here, a small selection in outrageously-priced sheets. In one corner were the bathrooms and in a second some kitchen designs. But the fourth corner caught her eye and with something approaching glee she raced across. Garden wear. Only two racks of it, but those two racks held a wonderful selection of pointy objects.
She pulled a pair of shears off the high shelf while Layla took a garden fork. She brandished them before her, mouth curling up at the corners. They nipped around the back of the stand into the space there and hunkered down, facing one another.
‘Tell me again what they are.’
Layla managed a smile. ‘They’re zombies. They want to eat you. It might just be your brains or it might be all of you. I don’t think it matters all that much.’
‘Can we agree, just between the two of us, that zombies don’t exist?’
‘Not sure that’s much of an option, i—’
‘It is. It’s absolutely an option and it’s the one I’m choosing.’
Layla raised an eyebrow. ‘Really? Never had you down for a wimp.’
‘A wimp?’
‘Yeah, I mean, not willing to accept the truth and that.’
‘How can I accept the truth when it’s impossible?’
‘You mean impossible like some mysterious guy selling you some roses and your dad dying the next day?’
Bayleigh flushed and stared at her hands. Her knuckles were white around the shears and she relaxed them only through a supreme effort. ‘That was a coincidence.’
‘Yeah, absolutely. Same way every person in London dying and then strangely coming alive again and acting exactly like something that doesn’t actually exist.’
‘Yeah, fine alright, whatever. It doesn’t matter, really, though does it?’
‘It matters because if they’re zombies you have to hit them in the head. You have to hurt their brains.’
‘Hurt their brains? Like, play them Take That really loud?’
‘Oi, leave it out. I mean stick a street sign through it, something like that.’
‘Oh. Oh, hey, thanks.’
Layla shrugged and mimed putting her fingers down her throat. ‘It was pretty good wasn’t it? Kill my first zombie then chunder everywhere. Real hero me.’
‘You saved my life, so that counts as heroic in my book.’
‘Yeah?’ She grinned and blushed. Bayleigh patted her on the shoulder and turned to look around the edge of the display. One of the zombies, dammit she had to call them that now, was pottering around in the floral patterns, but she couldn’t see any more on their feet.
She turned back to Layla and screamed as a pale grey hand appeared behind her friend and grabbed her shoulder. Layla screamed as well as she was yanked backwards and buried beneath the zombie as it fell on top of her.
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