Infamy: A Zombie Novel Read Online Free

and puke.
    “Now the body count is three, ” I say. “This is insane.”
    Rob looks over the side, not even caring if any more bodies are going to come flying past. “Why are they jumping?”
    I look up but can’t see anything in the dark above us. “Dude, somebody’s gonna smash into us.”
    “What are the chances?” Rob says. “Just look at this shit. Are those really Mexicans attacking?”
    As we gaze at the shock and awe of everything, something happens I never thought I’d see outside of videogames and movies.
    At first it starts with the twitching right arm from the first lady to fall.
    “Dude, she’s alive,” I say. “I can see her moving.”
    “What?” Rob says. “No she ain’t.”
    The woman places her palm on the ground and tries to push her body up, putting weight on an already broken arm. There’s a snap. Pushing up has caused bone to tear though the flesh of her elbow. She falls again.
    “Okay, yeah. That’s jacked up,” Rob says.
    “La dy, try not to move we’re going to call for help,” I yell.
    “ Who you going to call? There’s about fifty dead cops on the street. She can’t hear you.”
    “I’m just trying to help.”
    “She’s still moving towards that guy who fell. Maybe he’s her husband and jumped after her.”
    “Now you’re making shit up,” I say.
    “Wait, what she doing? Is she biting his neck?”
                    “What the hell? Stop biting that dude!”
    Other people begin gorging on each other. It’s like we showed up to the cannibal feast. Main course: arms and legs; intestines and brains are some kind of sick dessert.
    “ Zomba-fucking-geddon,” Rob says.
    What could be causing all of this? I don’t say anything. Too many lumps in my throat all of a sudden.
    “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Rob says.
    We run into the hall. Rob slaps his hand against the elevator button. Nothing. He slaps the button until his palm turns red.
    “Dumbass,” I say. “Quit hurting yourself. We have to find the staircase.”
    “It’s down the other side of the hall.”
    “Okay. Let’s go.”
    “I admit I’m a little scared,” he says. “That chick was pulling some undead shit out there. She was dead, right? Tell me that’s what I saw—the dead were eating people.”
    “ Let’s not get bit, just to be safe,” I say.
    I’m surprised we’re not having seizures and foaming at the mouth from all the flashing lights and constant buzzing just outside the stairwell. Fucking fire alarm. Who pulled it anyway? I glance at the comical sign on the door: a stick man being chased by a campfire. Stupid.
    We step inside and instantly feel claustrophobic from the lights and noise.
    “D id you hear that?” Rob says.
    “I hear sirens and see flashy lights.”
    “No. It’s footsteps.”
    I put my hand up to stop Rob so we both can listen. “So you get me to talk to attract attention?”
    “No.”
    “Just be quiet.”
    We step up to the railing and lean over the center of the staircase. People on the ground level are swaying back and forth like some kind of mass Kumbaya.
    “What the hell?” Rob whispers.
    “I don’t know. Maybe they’re from the party last night.”
    As we watch , something cold and slimy splats against my shoulder.
    “Oh that’s gross dude, ” Rob says. “Where did it come from?”
    We both look up.
    Straight above us on the stairwell a guy stares. His eyes have a yellowish glaze like they’re soapy and bubbly, like they’re about to fall out of his head. He looks a little punk rock too. Great haircut. A bit of a faux hawk.
    “That dude isn’t blinking,” Rob says.
    “I know.”
    Punk-rock dude’s teeth are bloodstained and he’s dribbling green goo out his mouth. His right ear has nearly been bitten off.
    “What the fuck? Look at his ear,” Rob says. “It’s dangling.”
    “That shit’s defying gravity. Should we run?”
    “I don’t know.”
    The punk rocker disappears but we know he’s coming our way. He