Horde of the DEAD

No. . . The more and more I thought about it. The realisation came closer and closer. This man was just like me. Somehow brought back from death, but he was. . . Different. 

There didn't seem to be any sign of thought in his actions. He just continued attempting to force his way through the gate, like an animal desperately hunting a trail. 

"Just. . . Stop. . ."

As expected, he didn't listen, but rather continued. "Aren't you listening!" I shouted at him, grabbing his shoulder. I attempted to pull him away from the gate, but he wouldn't let go. 

"Let go! You're not going to get through. Just calm down!"

He continued to resist, more and more furiously until. . . He turned his head slowly, attempting to look at me. Then it happened. He turned his head with so much force that the neck snapped, and with his bare muscles he managed to turn nearly a 180 degrees, facing me.

I was in so much shock, I didn't even pay attention to when he bit into my hand. His teeth were unusually sharp, as he violently bit at my hand.

I loosened my grip on his shoulder and began trying to pull him off, tears rolling down my cheeks. It hurt. The pain was no way near that of the truck, but it burnt horribly. Like the burning sensation after having been bitten by a mosquito, just much worse.

"Get off!" I shouted at him. He still didn't loosen his bite on my head, as he continued to force his way through the gate. It was no use. No matter how much I resisted, he kept on biting. The pain was growing worse and worse by the minute. 

I clenched my fist and began beating his head, but it just wobbled lifelessly with the teeth still digging into my hand. "LET GO!" I shouted as I continued to pound him.

I was about to hit another punch, but stopped. There was no way I could escape his grip. I had to think of something, fast! Else, I was gonna be stuck with this guy on my hand forever.

There was a rustling from a bush along the path, as another figure stepped out of the trees. 

Thank goodness, there was somebody else. "You there, help me! He won't let go--"

No. . . She was in the same state as him. Dark gray skin, dead eyes, and wounds all over that didn't seem to bother her. She drew nearer. "No! Get away from me!". 

I swiped the broken phone from the ground, and aimed at her. "Go away!" I shouted before throwing it at her. It flew violently through the air before hitting her square in the face. She stopped, and hesitated for a moment, before taking a step back. It worked--! Before I could react, she took a deep breath and faced towards the sky, screaming louder than a siren. 

This can't be good. . .

"Hey, what did you do? What was that scream for? Why did you do it?"

There was no reaction from her. Crap. What did she do? Why did she scream? Was she in pain? 

I grabbed the man by the head, slamming his head into the gate. "Get. Off. You--"

A stampede of footsteps could be heard down the road. Drawing nearer. 

I turned to face the woman again. "You did this! You called them here!"

There was nothing I could do. There was a horde of them on the way here. I had no plan. I was gonna die being torn apart and devoured.

Then I saw them. A horde of them. Dark gray skinned, white eyes and multiple wounds. Bite marks, scratches, tears. All of it! The horde of the DEAD was heading straight for me.

"No, no, no! I gotta get away! Let go of me!"

The man. . . If I could even call him that anymore. No, it had stopped forcing its way through the gate and was now unsuccessfully grabbing at me trying to get a grip on me. No, no, no, NO!

"DIE YOU PIECE OF CRAP!" I screamed at him. 

That moment, I remember it just as vividly as when I was hit by the truck. With all desperation and anger building up in me, I panicked so much, that it happened.

The flesh and skin on its head, were torn by a series of spikes, forged of pure bone, expanding from it. Its head had turned into something alike with a mace head. At the end there was nothing left of its head, but a mace head of pure bone. 

The spikes hadn't expanded from its head, but parts of its skull had relocated. I felt as the jaws loosened their grip on my hand and retraced back into the skull. Finally, I was free.

I wasn't out of the woods yet though, the undead horde was still drawing closer, rushing at me with a full force. I was about to be surrounded. There was no other way but into the school.

Without any consideration, I grabbed the bars of the black gate, and began climbing it. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough. The one with the mace head, grabbed my foot and tried to pull me down. The grip wasn't good enough, and I managed to pull away, tipping over the fence and falling towards the ground. Not again.

I landed hard, but it was nothing like the pain from the truck. I swiftly got up, and began legging it towards the school's front entrance. There was no time to waste.

Looking back, I should've probably thought about running into a building, multiple people just fled from panicking, but in the heat of the moment there was no thinking. Only acting would save me from them. 

I stumbled for a bit and had only gotten a few meters away from the gate when suddenly. . . The undead horde reached the gate, and it burst open from the weight of the horde leaning on it, as once again, I was on the run. . .