“You didn’t close the door,” Erik shouted as he watched the infected woman step forward.

Sean and Andrew stepped up to the woman and stabbed a knife into the side of her rotten head.  The prom queen dropped to the floor.  “We need to get out of here.  Crazy man, you’ve been here longer.  Is there a place to go?”

The door behind Erik clubbed him and pushed him into the wall.  A human-like, bi-pedal creature stepped forward, it’s face stretched.  Large teeth hanging over it’s thin lips.  The creature’s eyes were red, even in the darkness of the back room.  Large wings unfurled as it cleared the door.

“I know you two,” it shouted and pointed at the two black men.

“You don’t know jack… razor face.”  Andrew and Sean turned and bolted for the door.  A second zombie appeared, only to be shoved to the side.  Eric stood behind the creature staring at the dark, feathered protrusions jutting from it’s back.  The creature jerked forward toward the old man but stopped.  Erik held unto the thick, dark wings.  The creature growled and turned but Erik stepped along with it.  He stayed behind the creature as it fought to remove Eric from it’s back.  The old man and the others left through the back door.  The large Haitian man, named Jean Claude, followed slowly watching as Erik fought with the creature and tried to negotiate his way toward the exit.

Erik pulled on the creatures left wing and forced it to the ground but he would still have to rush past it to get to the door.  He spotted Jean Claude at the door.

“Are you going to stand there or help me?”

Jean Claude stepped forward, grabbed a steel pole and struck the creature in the side of the head.  Erik fell backward as momentum shifted unexpectedly.

“Dude, I didn’t think you would kill it,” Erik said after a moment.

“What did you expect me to do?”  Jean Claude replied with a heavy accent.

“That’s a very good point.”

Outside the back door, the two men watched as the remaining survivors stepped through the tall grass and headed for the tall buildings that used to be Ransom.

“They don’t want to be stepping through the tall grass like that,” Erik said.  “There are these creepers that crawl through the grasses.”

“Should you care, man?”  Jean Claude replied.

“Name is Eric, I’m a drunk.  I’m not a monster.  I’ve seen more death then the average person plus they have a child.  Have you ever seen a child die?”

” Eric, what would you like to do.”

“I would like to get a drink, but since I can’t we need to get them out of the grass.  There is a road, old Michigan Avenue about five hundred meters from here.  It will be relatively safe to travel.”

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