The aluminum sheet sliced into the soft tissue just above the zombie’s rotten shoulder. It fell forward forcing the sheet of aluminum through its rotten arteries, severing any life the zombie had in it. The creature fell forward into Erik. Its black putrid blood drenched Erik’s twice washed shirt. Erik screams.
“God, please don’t let me touch the blood… dont… no… please God.”
The zombie grabs Erik’s shirt. Erik twists and turns to free himself. The creature bleeds a thick putrid liquid. Erik shoved the creature forward. It lost its footing and fell. The sheet of aluminum slips from the wound and thunders to the ground.
Erik stumbles backward. He removes his shirt and pants. He skirts back and hides within the darkness. He stares at the motionless creature till his eyes become heavy and he falls asleep.
The sound of hammers, multiple hammers wakes Erik from his sleep. Voices echo.
“This is a stupid place to hide. Have you seen the large picture windows. Dude, find some large sheets of wood or something.”
“Shut up yo.. This is the only thing close we could find. Don’t criticize.”
“Get out!” Erik shouted from the darkness.
“What the hell was that,” said one of the voices.
“There is someone in here, you idiot.” Replied the other.
“Settle it down,” commanded another. The voice is foreign with a heavy French accent.
“It’s likely a survivor.”
“Get out!” Erik repeated forcefully.
“We are not here to harm you, brother. We are here for shelter. We were captured and tossed into the walls of the city. This is the closest safe shelter, replied the French man.
“You’ll see how safe it is when you fall into my traps,” Erik replied.
“What traps,” replied one of others. “Those stupid-ass wires we cut with the weights?”
Erik shoved a sheet of plywood forward. It slipped under the metal shelves, then slid into his ankles. He swore and found himself trapped against the back wall.