A sickly pale massive Priest stumbled though the first floor of the courthouse bumping into zombies who simply ignored him…they were looking for fresh meet.
“……Never felt this helpless. I’m feeling my body move but I’m not moving it. Its like a movie or a dream…..”
He wandered in thought and awareness but without control of anything…he was walking but did not feel the ground…he saw with no control of the direction of his gaze…he didn’t feel numb……he felt nothing…….nothing except…..an intense hunger.
(Outside the courthouse)
Dirk looked under the seat and the sunvisor for the keys…..no luck.
“No keys….no problem.”
With eyes still on the zombies in front of him he reaches under the steering column and connect the ignition wire to the hot wire….
“Vrooomm!” with a growl the Van made its presence known.
“I’m on my way bo…” The site that lay before Dirk as he looked toward the courthouse window stopped him in mid sentence.
A fire hose, spouting water, was spinning in a circle with a small-framed zombie in tow at its nozzle.
The water had knocked about five zombies down and, just about the time they tried to pull themselves up, the hose would make its full rotation and knock them down again.
To top that water, was filling the streets, so undead were slipping and sliding everywhere.
