said and handed Norman and Barbara a gun. “Aim for their heads.”
“I know the drill,” Norman said.
As they encountered the zombies, they shot them in the head. Once Kurt ran out of arrows, he grabbed his ax and swung at the zombies. The guy in the werewolf costume jumped onto Norman’s back. Barbara quickly shot him in the head.
“A werewolf zombie, now that’s something you don’t see every day,” Kurt said. “The back exit is this way.”
They reached the back entrance after battling several zombies. Kurt kicked the door open, and they rushed out of the convention center never looking back. They reached a large van and Kurt quickly hotwired it. They sped forward to safety away from the zombie carnage that was the 2014 Chicago Zombie Con.
“Yarub did you see the news tonight?” Abdul-Hayy asked as Yarub sat next to him in the limo.
“Yes, I did. The virus works better than we could have imagined,” Yarub said.
“You have them, right?”
“Tucked away safely in my briefcase,” Yarub answered.
“Where to?” The limo driver asked.
“To the airport,” Abdul-Hayy answered.
“Where are we going?” Yarub asked.
“Washington, D.C.”
The following story was previously published in the short story horror collection: Journey Into The Unknown.