50 Shades of Gray Matter: Book 5 (The Swordsman Series)

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                                            50 SHADES OF GRAY MATTER
                              A humor/science fiction/zombie apocalypse series


                                                   Excerpt From Book 5

     KARLA FOUGHT TO STAY on her feet but couldn't-- then simply fought to stay conscious.
     She'd fallen into a large, cluttered room.
     Then she recognized it as the cafeteria where she'd eaten hundreds of stale lunches. This seemed right-- she'd fallen hard onto a long lunch table, sending some used, dirty dishware to the floor.
     No time to recover from the fall, though.
     She wasn't alone in the room.
     Dim light poured in from above but going back up that way wasn't possible.
     And she'd seen, as she fell, what were just to her left-- not running that way.
     Hopping down, she sprinted away from them but others were there, too, and she could feel their arms, fingers, slimy and shredded, reaching and grabbing for her.
     "No!"
     She broke free from the undead gimps and ran another way, but there were still more that way.     From every direction they were moving toward her-- dozens and dozens. Then, it seemed, a hundred, maybe hundreds, all had been locked away in the room, as if the First Patron had gathered them there like some waiting, zombie battalion.
     Another wall, only stacks upon stacks of chairs. It was all she had, she began to climb, uneasily up the stack.
     Their groans grew louder as more and more picked up her scent. Fingers and hands, slimy and sloppy reached for her but couldn't hold. Panicked, she would climb a few feet, slip a little, and climb more.
     This staggered progression, slathered with fear that she'd slip all the way to the bottom with every falter, she grunted and yelled, climbing higher and higher up the stacks of chairs.
     "Let GO!" she screamed as they grew closer and clawed at her leg, one leaving a yellowed fingernail stuck in her skin.
     At the top, she pushed at the ceiling above but it wouldn't give way.
     She crunched herself, like a crawling bug, into the small space between the top of the stack of chairs and the ceiling and looked down.
     A sea of grayed, bloodied faces. Yellowed eyes all wild and pleading, tongues lolling obscenely as their jaws worked, clamping down, opening, then down again in anticipation of her flesh in their mouths.
     "Get away from me!"
     More came.
     And then some began to push and press the others, crawling over top of them. Like ants crawling over each other toward a shard of rock candy stuck halfway up the wall.
     Even more poured in.
     New groups pushing past and over the previous one, moving higher and higher toward her.
     Her panic and terror swelled to its peak, then collapsed upon itself. Resignation. This was how she was going to die.
     It didn't matter. It didn't matter anymore.
     And then, she saw him.
     "Oh... no."
     It seemed cruel that when she'd given up, fate would deliver her yet another blow.
     Her heart broke for the second time that day, as she saw the young man that had given her his heart.
    But he was no longer a man.