I’ve pulled the stretcher part of the way, but I can hear the panic in Dan’s voice. I hurriedly lower the stretcher to the street and slam the doors shut. The last thing I want are kids getting some free painkillers from our emergency stash.
“Tonya, where are you. I need you here now!”
I run to the open front door and hurry past the kitchen to the living room, where Dan is trying to restrain a white woman, who I’m going to guess is Jenny. She has her teeth bared. Black mucus is pour out of nostrils and Dan is struggling to keep her hands off of him.
“What happened?” I pant.
“She just launched herself at me, as soon I walked in the living room. Didn’t say a word or anything. She keeps trying to bite me.”
“I wish you told me to bring a sedative.”
“I was panicking. I still am. Now, can you help?” Dan testily asks.
“Sure.”
I walk over to Jenny and she suddenly tries to lunge toward me.
“No you don’t,” Dan grunts out as he pulls on her arms.
Jenny abruptly pulls one of her arms, bringing his arm right by her mouth. Then she chomps down on as hard as she can.
Dan shrieks in pain and lets her arms go. Jenny rips her mouth away, taking some flesh and blood with her, and then pushes Dan away, and rounds on me.
There’s a vase beside me. I grab it and as she lunges at me, I hit her across the face. The vase smacks into her and she gutterly howls and backs up a step. I do a sweep kick and knock her legs out from her and she crashes to the ground.
I start to go toward Dan, but Jenny pushes herself up to her feet.
“Impossible,” I mutter. An ordinary person would be knocked out, but Jenny keeps taking the hits and ticking.
“Unngrrryyy,” Jenny growls at me, and then swings one of her arms at me.
I block her arm with my forearm, and when she follows up with her other arm, I move to the side and then grab and throw her. I send her careening into a wall and thankfully, this time, she doesn’t get up, just laying there motionlessly. I’ll check her in a moment.
“Dan, are you ok?”
“I-I, no, I’m not ok. She bit part of my forearm. I think I can see my bone.”
Shit. I feel nauseated, but I don’t have time for that. I’ve got two patients now.
“Sit tight. I’ll be back with some first aid.”
Author’s note: This is a short story excerpt set in the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center Universe. Each week I’ll write another part of the story on here. If you enjoy, check out the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center series and my free story, The Zombie Apocalypse Convenience Store
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