I’m in the library hiding in a stairwell & I don’t
know how safe of a place this is. I’m looking out the little door-window
into the second floor & I don’t see anybody & things look pretty
still & seem in pretty good order. I open the door & step into
the alcove & walk by a row of windows to the double glass doors &
walk in. I’m walking through the aisles & aisles of books for nothing
in particular & it’s overwhelming. I have this split feeling between
wanting to consume all of them & not wanting to read any of them because
they all deal with the past, which I can’t even relate to anymore. Then
I hear a clump-clump-clump like someone with a lame leg walking up stairs
& I know it’s a zombie walking up the spiral staircase in the center
of the room. I’m wondering how many zombies might be in here & I’m
hoping it’s not many, so I just pull my prybar out of my bookbag instead
of a gun. I run out of the aisles to the staircase & he’s three steps
down from being on this level. I slam the prybar into his head between
the eyes & it goes in & his head spins a little to his right as
I continue the swing. The pry bar slips out of his head as he falls back
down the stairs. I don’t see any others around & I don’t really want
a book anymore so I go to the glass doors I came in through & go back
to the stairwell. My adrenaline is cooling down & making me a little
spacey & I’m not paying much attention when I open the door to the
stairs. I step through the doorway & I’m grabbed by a zombie &
we fall to the floor, him on top of me face to face. He’s got his hands
clamped on my shirt & is trying to bite my face & I’m holding him
a few inches above me with my left hand on his chest & repeatedly hitting
him as hard as I can in his left eye with my right hand. Pieces of his
brittle dead skin are breaking off & falling on to my face & his
eye’s already a bunch of goo. I take my thumb & shove it through his
gooey eye into his brain & am twiddling it around inside for a couple
seconds before his body stops functioning. I roll him off of me & wipe
my hand off on his shirt. I’m lying on the floor for maybe a minute trying
to catch my breath before I get up & take my prybar out again. I leave
the building & walk home & my girlfriend’s going to be pissed at
me because I didn’t get us any books to read.