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closed before she could get to me. I held onto the handle while she pounded on the door and screamed obscenities.
When we’d moved into the apartment two years before I’d taken all the keys from the internal doors and dropped them into a storage jar. Now I had reason to curse that decision.
I looked around for something that cou ld be used to bar the door. The sideboard was about six feet away and I didn’t think I could reach it without releasing the door handle.
The only o ther options were to let go and hope to make it to the fr ont door before Rosie got to me, o r to let her out and somehow try to fight her off . That would probably mean I’d have to kill her, and despite what Rosie had become, I didn’t know if I could bring myself to do it.
I decided to make a try for the sideboard. I turned and rested my back against the door, and slid down on to my butt. I figured I could keep some pressure on the door while hooking the sideboard with my feet and pulling it closer. Then I’d somehow force it under the door handle to keep Rosie locked in while I decided what to do.
Rosie meanwhile had given up on cursing and was back to trying to convince me with a barrage of sweetums, and snookums and honeybuns.
I was flat on my back and just about to hook th e sideboard with my legs, when Dom Buchanan walked into the apartment. He looked dazed, shell-shocked, and wal ked with a shuffling gait, dragging what looked like a badly fractured leg .
I t also looked like he’d taken a shot gun blast to the face. Half of it was missing and the other half scarred with bloody pockmarks. Air whistled from his exposed windpipe in steady, measured breaths. His shirt was ripped, exposing the b lood soaked t-shirt underneath . He carried a revolver loosely, almost absent-mindedly , in his hand.
He shuffled further into the apartment, surveyed the room, and sniffed the air like a predator scenting prey or danger. He seemed not to notice me , which was a good thing. I was flat on the floor and if h e’d decided to attack right then , I was done for .
Slowly I curled my feet under me and got myself into a position where I could move quickly if I needed to.
I’d managed to get into a half- knee ling position when the cell phone , Rosie’s phone, started ringing in the bedroom. “Don’t answer that!” I heard her shriek , and then she screamed like an injured beast and attacked the door.
Dom swung his head languidly towards the sound and that’s when he noticed me. Somehow his ruined face managed the semblance of a grin and he lurched towards me with surprising speed .
At that moment Rosie finally forced her way into the room and charged headlong at Dom, catching him in the midriff and sending him to the ground . The gun was knocked from his grip, went s kidding across the floor, and came to rest under a chair.
I scrambled to retrieve it while Rosie and Dom struggled on the floor. Rosie had the upper hand and s traddled Dom, screeching like a b anshee and tearing at h im with her nails. She began throttling Dom then leaned forward and sunk her teeth into his ruined face. There was a crunching sound and then a rip as Dom’s nose was torn off .
The thing that had once been Rosie looked towards me with her insane, bloodied face, the nose visible in her mouth for a second before she woofed it down. Then she returned to working on Dom.
I walked up behind her , closed my eyes, and fired a single shot into the back of her head. Rosie slumped forward pin n ing Dom to the ground . While he struggled to free himself I aimed the gun at him and pulled the trigger. The hammer fell o n an empty chamber. I pulled again and again with the same result - the gun was empty.
I dropped the revolver to the floor in disgust, picked up my boxing trophy and slammed it into Dom’s skull . I didn’t stop swinging until his head was pulverized into a bloody grey jelly and the n I fell on the floor and sobbed like a jilted teenager .
Afterwards I
When we’d moved into the apartment two years before I’d taken all the keys from the internal doors and dropped them into a storage jar. Now I had reason to curse that decision.
I looked around for something that cou ld be used to bar the door. The sideboard was about six feet away and I didn’t think I could reach it without releasing the door handle.
The only o ther options were to let go and hope to make it to the fr ont door before Rosie got to me, o r to let her out and somehow try to fight her off . That would probably mean I’d have to kill her, and despite what Rosie had become, I didn’t know if I could bring myself to do it.
I decided to make a try for the sideboard. I turned and rested my back against the door, and slid down on to my butt. I figured I could keep some pressure on the door while hooking the sideboard with my feet and pulling it closer. Then I’d somehow force it under the door handle to keep Rosie locked in while I decided what to do.
Rosie meanwhile had given up on cursing and was back to trying to convince me with a barrage of sweetums, and snookums and honeybuns.
I was flat on my back and just about to hook th e sideboard with my legs, when Dom Buchanan walked into the apartment. He looked dazed, shell-shocked, and wal ked with a shuffling gait, dragging what looked like a badly fractured leg .
I t also looked like he’d taken a shot gun blast to the face. Half of it was missing and the other half scarred with bloody pockmarks. Air whistled from his exposed windpipe in steady, measured breaths. His shirt was ripped, exposing the b lood soaked t-shirt underneath . He carried a revolver loosely, almost absent-mindedly , in his hand.
He shuffled further into the apartment, surveyed the room, and sniffed the air like a predator scenting prey or danger. He seemed not to notice me , which was a good thing. I was flat on the floor and if h e’d decided to attack right then , I was done for .
Slowly I curled my feet under me and got myself into a position where I could move quickly if I needed to.
I’d managed to get into a half- knee ling position when the cell phone , Rosie’s phone, started ringing in the bedroom. “Don’t answer that!” I heard her shriek , and then she screamed like an injured beast and attacked the door.
Dom swung his head languidly towards the sound and that’s when he noticed me. Somehow his ruined face managed the semblance of a grin and he lurched towards me with surprising speed .
At that moment Rosie finally forced her way into the room and charged headlong at Dom, catching him in the midriff and sending him to the ground . The gun was knocked from his grip, went s kidding across the floor, and came to rest under a chair.
I scrambled to retrieve it while Rosie and Dom struggled on the floor. Rosie had the upper hand and s traddled Dom, screeching like a b anshee and tearing at h im with her nails. She began throttling Dom then leaned forward and sunk her teeth into his ruined face. There was a crunching sound and then a rip as Dom’s nose was torn off .
The thing that had once been Rosie looked towards me with her insane, bloodied face, the nose visible in her mouth for a second before she woofed it down. Then she returned to working on Dom.
I walked up behind her , closed my eyes, and fired a single shot into the back of her head. Rosie slumped forward pin n ing Dom to the ground . While he struggled to free himself I aimed the gun at him and pulled the trigger. The hammer fell o n an empty chamber. I pulled again and again with the same result - the gun was empty.
I dropped the revolver to the floor in disgust, picked up my boxing trophy and slammed it into Dom’s skull . I didn’t stop swinging until his head was pulverized into a bloody grey jelly and the n I fell on the floor and sobbed like a jilted teenager .
Afterwards I
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