Part III...Show Down

A chill slipped through the room, as the rotting man's slight moaning echoed through the pet shop. He had made it inside the door. I noticed the mailman wasn't with him, he had probably gone off to commit hideous undead acts elsewhere in this plagued city. Did the U.S. Postal service realize what a plague they brought down on this once great nation. I turned to face the dead man standing behind me...What could I do? There was no where to run, I was cornered, and worst of all, I was scared. I had to be careful now, I could not let him know I was Scarred. These things feed on fear. Well, that is to say, fear and human flesh. It was their second appetite that caused me to feed their first. I needed to think of a plan, carefully, though, could show no panic in my eyes. I remembered the rabbit beast I had slain, with it's blood like acid...I had an Idea. I spun around as fast as I could swinging my hatchet down into the creatures spine, and, just like I had hoped, it stuck. I lifted the creature into the air and swung towards the zombie; in hopes the rabbit would fly strait at that standing corpse. The hatchet had become slippery, though, and was launched with the rabbit. The rabbit with the hatchet lodge in it's back landed square in the face of that undead hooligan, bringing him to the ground. Greasy, coagulated blood leaked from the man's skull...The acid in its blood must have been working, or the hatchet had lodged itself in the man's brain. At least what once was a brain. I was safe for the moment, but now I was defenseless, and those animals have done nothing! I couldn't go retrieve my hatchet, it was covered in some sort of undead cootie by now...That spell's certain death for me. Wait! I remembered I had a back-up set of sterile gloves in my pocket. I pulled one of the gloves out and stretched it over my hand. I walked over to the undead thing that was now dead once more and removed the hatchet from his dripping skull. It took me a second of fighting to unlodge it from what it must have considered it's cosy new home. As I turned to ponder my next move I heard a strange whimpering sound. It was high pitched and almost sounded cleanly. suddenly the voice of a girl drifited up through the foggy dark that blanketed the shop. It was the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. It was more then cleanly, it was spotlessly clean. Free of any germ that traveled on audio waves. "You...You...saved me, You killed that thing," She said with a hint of the fear that second appetite brought up in her as well. I turned to look where the sound was coming from, but saw nothing but blackness. "I truly am sorry, I probably could have reasoned with it...Stupid, Stupid Tommy, always solving your problems with violence," I muttered half to myself half to this voice. I moved to see if I could find this voice. I glided gently through the darkness, my steps seemed softer than usual, did she do this? I could her her breathing, it was short and quick. It was then that I saw her. She was everything her voice made her out to be. She was a delicately beautiful creature, with skin pure and white like snow. Her lips were the most vibrant cherry red I had ever seen. It seemed almost impossible to imagine all the germs crawling on that delicate, soft skin. She stretched out her hand for me to help her up...I wasn't about to touch it. No matter how clean it looked it was riddled with germ and disease. The Other Glove! I pulled the other glove out of my pocket and slid it over my hand. I reached out and helped her to her feet. She brushed her flowing, dark hair out of her eyes. They were a bright, shocking green. Even in the Darkness...

To Be Continued...