Zombie Day Care by Craig Halloran Page B

there gawking at his friend whose mind had wandered somewhere else. As the awkward moment passed, he asked again, “Now, why did you need to get a hold of me.”
    Rudy seemed confused, as if he’d just woken up and finally said, “Uh …” his eyes lit up, “oh shit, that’s right, Louie is missing man. Louie is frickin’ missing!”
    Tori let out a sharp gasp beside him. He couldn’t believe his ears. It wasn’t possible. There were security cameras everywhere and every precaution was taken. His thoughts went to Jimmy and another chill went down his spine.
    “ What!? What do you mean? He can’t be missing! It’s not possible—”
    “ Man, I’m telling you, he’s gone. Me and Weege have been looking for almost an hour.”
    “ An hour! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he yelled, as he rushed to the back toward the elevator.
    Idiot’s. All of them. Trusting Jimmy. He wanted to kill somebody as he hammered at the only button outside the elevator.
    “ Tori, you stay here,” he shouted.
    “ Hell no, I’m going in.”
    He grabbed her, “No, you’re going home.”
    She jerked away from him, “Don’t tell me no mister, I’ve got a job here too.” She glared at Rudy who turned away from her angry stare. “I’m sure it’s not going to be that big a problem.”
    He’d rather face a zombie than her wrath again, so he let it go. “Where’s Ralph? Is he looking?”
    “ No, he left an hour ago, sick as a dog. He puked something awful,” Rudy said with a sour look on his face.
    Henry didn’t see Ralph’s car. He looked up at the elevator light. It was red. He kicked the door.
    “ You got to use your card man, the button don’t work,” Rudy said scanning his card.
    Nothing happened. Henry tried his and Tori hers. Nothing happened. Something wasn’t right and he had to get in there. His dad and Weege were in certain danger and they were too.

 
    CHAPTER 19
     
     
    Everything inside of him was screaming for help. His life was rushing through his thoughts. Nate McDaniel’s last moments with Jeanine, good and bad, resurfaced more than anything. That’s what they say happens when you’re about to die. You think about what you loved most.
    He knew there were at least two people in the room, one was the big one that had turned him over like a rag doll, the other he wasn’t sure. The lights had come back on and he could hear thunder cracking in his ears. He couldn’t move an inch. He could see his assailant better now, broad and ugly faced, flat nosed, a grin of yellowed teeth, wearing a tailored blue suit. The man’s powerful hands clutched at his clothes, sitting him upright like a mannequin on the beds edge.
    His neck was sideways, looking at the other figure. You’re that son of a bitch that shot Jeanine! The same man stood in front of him, small, clad in black, a short moustache, and the dark countenance of killer.
    The little mans’ southern accent was heavy as he spoke, “Well, asshole that saved the world … look what you done gone and got yourself into. You killed yer girlfriend and killed yerself.”
    WHAT!? Nate tried to shake his head, but couldn’t.
    The man’s face was inches from his, and Nate could see his own watery eyes in the man’s dark sunglasses. The man’s breath was pure tobacco, and he could see the man’s jutting lower lip.
    “ Now, why would the jackass that saved the world do something like that?”
    He could feel his hair being pulled back as his head was being shaken for him. I didn’t kill anybody! I’m not killing myself! Please don’t kill me!
    His head was let go as the little man stepped away and sat in a chair in front of him. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry so bad, beg for his life or anything, but he couldn’t do either.
    His captor continued, “You see boy, you did save the world, and that pissed a lot of people off. I think you know who I’m talking about. You know that den of world leaders, that patted you on the back, and gave you a