Post by roch on Aug 13, 2007 18:12:31 GMT 1
Next bit! 
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Part VII
Scarlet screamed. Matthew and Carl, feeling a strange protectiveness for a sister they hadn’t known existed, ran to the door and pulled her back inside.
Daz was looking out of the window again now. “I can’t see any tourists...” he said. Jack joined him and looked out. They were no longer in front of the window, but that did not necessarily mean they had gone.
Now Carl screamed, causing Chas to run to him. The others couldn’t quite make out what was going on until they saw Matthew swing the fire axe, catching a tourist in the chest and making it stumble and fall.
In the doorway, a battle was raging now, but Carl staggered backwards, shocked by the fury of the tourists’ attack. Chas pulled him out of the way, picked up a chair leg that had splintered off in the earlier building of the barricade, and stepped into his place. She swung her makeshift weapon at the nearest creature.
Scarlet put her arm around Carl, instinctively wanting to comfort him.
***
It was only three o’clock, but it was like the darkest winter night as Jamie pulled up somewhere along the lane that runs between the village and Home Farm. He would have kept speeding away from Emmerdale if Grayson had not shouted at him to stop. “What is it?” he asked.
“We saw signs of occupation in the Woolpack. There must be other survivors!” Grayson said, feeling fully instilled with Sandy’s wartime spirit again. “We have to save them, if we can.”
Viv turned to him, very close in that cramped little space inside the van. “Why?”
Before the conversation could be continued, Edna suddenly wailed. “Tootsie! Something’s wrong with Tootsie!”
The dog was much more animated than it had been before, but it was now growling at an unearthly low pitch.
***
One of the female tourists was trying to claw her way through the doorway of the Woolpack, but Matthew tried to hold her at bay. He pushed her back, being careful not to let her teeth get close, and she staggered a little. Her lips were smattered with dried blood, like dark lipstick. Grimacing at the sight of her, Matthew swung his fire axe again, this time with as much force as he could muster, aiming for her neck.
Chas jumped as the tourist’s head rolled past her feet. She was having a worse time trying to keep the creatures at bay. The male tourist trying to get into her side of the doorway was horribly strong, and didn’t seem to care when she kicked him in the crotch.
“Stop fighting like a girl!” Matthew spat, ramming the handle of his axe into the gaping mouth of another tourist.
“Have you heard of sexual harassment?” she growled back, glowering at him for a moment. “Anyway, at least I was in the army!”
The others in the pub had no idea what they could do to help the battle in the doorway. There were no other weapons apart from the huge farm implement that there wasn’t room to handle, and if anyone tried to take Chas or Matthew’s place it might give the tourists time to burst through the barricade, putting everyone in danger. They all nervously watched to see what would happen, hoping and praying that the tourists would be repelled enough to shut the door and remake the barricade.
Just then, Chas screamed.
***
Grayson turned round and peered at the dog. He frowned.
“Whatever is wrong with her?” Edna said, holding Tootsie close.
“Are you sure you should be doing that?” Grayson asked nervously. “It might...” He trailed off.
Not understanding, Edna blinked at him. “She’s clearly ill in some way. Maybe it’s too stuffy in this van. I want to get out!”
Being nearest to the driver, and therefore furthest from the door at the back, this was not an easy thing to accomplish without everyone stepping out, and the others were understandably reluctant to do so. “Those things might be out there!” Jasmine cried.
Just as she was about to insist, Edna felt Tootise move with a surge of strength. Looking down, she saw that the dog was now baring its teeth, growling viciously. She jumped, startling Grayson so that he collided with her, and Tootsie flew from her hands in the direction of the driving seat.
Jamie screamed as the little dog fell on him, growling and spitting and trying to sink its teeth into his neck.
***
Carl rushed to Chas’ side and tried to pull the tourist off her, but it was too strong for him and flung him to the ground. Chas squealed, contorting her body in an effort to keep the creature’s fangs away from her skin. She staggered backwards, into the main room of the pub, the tourist still clinging to her, and everyone gasped.
Matthew elbowed the tourist that had been accosting him in the face so that it fell backwards out of the doorway, and then he ran in after Chas. “Everyone behind the bar!” he shouted before striking the creature that was attacking Chas.
The creature turned to him, hissing and ready to pounce. But Chas kicked it in the back of its knees so that it fell to the ground, and Matthew swung the axe down to take off its head.
Chas grabbed Carl’s hand and the three of them followed the others behind the bar, where they tried to strengthen their position.
But three more tourists had now entered the door.
***
Jamie gave a slightly too high-pitched cry as he grabbed Tootsie round the neck. Ignoring Edna’s pleas, he held it in one hand and wound the window down with the other. With a grunt, he flung the little dog out of the window and then wound it back up again quickly.
“No!” Edna sobbed. “How could you?”
Jamie turned round in his seat. “Edna, I’m sorry to have to tell you, but your dog’s a zombie!”
“Don’t say that word!” she said quietly.
For a moment there was silence, but they heard a scratching noise at the door. Tootsie was trying to get in.
“Jamie, drive!” Grayson shouted nervously. “I know, take us to Home Farm!”
Before long they had left the howling Tootsie behind in the lane and were turning into Home Farm’s great drive. There was no-one in sight as they cautiously piled out of the van and went to the door, pounding on it desperately.
For a moment there was no sign of a response from inside, but then the door creaked open.
***
“What are we going to do?” Diane shrieked as the tourists approached the bar.
Jack and Zack shushed her in unison.
“We can get out the back, can’t we?” Matthew gasped, breathless after his exertion. “Zack, why don’t you go and prepare the exit.”
“Don’t open the door though,” Jack added. “We all need to get through at the same time, so we don’t want to draw their attention to the back entrance before we’re ready to go.”
The tourists made a strange, low-pitched hissing sound as they crept forward. Their movements were not human, and the look in their eyes was like black fire. So far, none of them had tried to get round the side of the bar, but it could not be long before they worked out that was the way to reach their prey.
Never taking his eyes off the tourists in case they made any sudden movements, Matthew addressed his fellow survivors. “Jack’s right, we have to be ready. We’ll hold them off here as long as we can. Hopefully more will come in the front door. Then we need to do something to hold them at bay while we escape. Any ideas?”
“When I looked out the window, I saw the shop was on fire. Maybe they don’t like fire, seeing as it seemed to drive them over here.”
“Nice one,” Matthew said. “Has anyone got a lighter?”
“Yeah, here you go,” Daz said, pulling one out of his pocket. Despite his other current preoccupations, Jack frowned at him reproachfully.
Just then, before they could finalise their plans, another creature entered the door. But this one was not a tourist. It was Jimmy.
Previous instalments at:
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shewolf.proboards47.com/index.cgi?board=fan&action=display&thread=1181061095
shewolf.proboards47.com/index.cgi?board=fan&action=display&thread=1185725157
shewolf.proboards47.com/index.cgi?board=fan&action=display&thread=1186680677
shewolf.proboards47.com/index.cgi?board=fan&action=display&thread=1186765991
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Part VII
Scarlet screamed. Matthew and Carl, feeling a strange protectiveness for a sister they hadn’t known existed, ran to the door and pulled her back inside.
Daz was looking out of the window again now. “I can’t see any tourists...” he said. Jack joined him and looked out. They were no longer in front of the window, but that did not necessarily mean they had gone.
Now Carl screamed, causing Chas to run to him. The others couldn’t quite make out what was going on until they saw Matthew swing the fire axe, catching a tourist in the chest and making it stumble and fall.
In the doorway, a battle was raging now, but Carl staggered backwards, shocked by the fury of the tourists’ attack. Chas pulled him out of the way, picked up a chair leg that had splintered off in the earlier building of the barricade, and stepped into his place. She swung her makeshift weapon at the nearest creature.
Scarlet put her arm around Carl, instinctively wanting to comfort him.
***
It was only three o’clock, but it was like the darkest winter night as Jamie pulled up somewhere along the lane that runs between the village and Home Farm. He would have kept speeding away from Emmerdale if Grayson had not shouted at him to stop. “What is it?” he asked.
“We saw signs of occupation in the Woolpack. There must be other survivors!” Grayson said, feeling fully instilled with Sandy’s wartime spirit again. “We have to save them, if we can.”
Viv turned to him, very close in that cramped little space inside the van. “Why?”
Before the conversation could be continued, Edna suddenly wailed. “Tootsie! Something’s wrong with Tootsie!”
The dog was much more animated than it had been before, but it was now growling at an unearthly low pitch.
***
One of the female tourists was trying to claw her way through the doorway of the Woolpack, but Matthew tried to hold her at bay. He pushed her back, being careful not to let her teeth get close, and she staggered a little. Her lips were smattered with dried blood, like dark lipstick. Grimacing at the sight of her, Matthew swung his fire axe again, this time with as much force as he could muster, aiming for her neck.
Chas jumped as the tourist’s head rolled past her feet. She was having a worse time trying to keep the creatures at bay. The male tourist trying to get into her side of the doorway was horribly strong, and didn’t seem to care when she kicked him in the crotch.
“Stop fighting like a girl!” Matthew spat, ramming the handle of his axe into the gaping mouth of another tourist.
“Have you heard of sexual harassment?” she growled back, glowering at him for a moment. “Anyway, at least I was in the army!”
The others in the pub had no idea what they could do to help the battle in the doorway. There were no other weapons apart from the huge farm implement that there wasn’t room to handle, and if anyone tried to take Chas or Matthew’s place it might give the tourists time to burst through the barricade, putting everyone in danger. They all nervously watched to see what would happen, hoping and praying that the tourists would be repelled enough to shut the door and remake the barricade.
Just then, Chas screamed.
***
Grayson turned round and peered at the dog. He frowned.
“Whatever is wrong with her?” Edna said, holding Tootsie close.
“Are you sure you should be doing that?” Grayson asked nervously. “It might...” He trailed off.
Not understanding, Edna blinked at him. “She’s clearly ill in some way. Maybe it’s too stuffy in this van. I want to get out!”
Being nearest to the driver, and therefore furthest from the door at the back, this was not an easy thing to accomplish without everyone stepping out, and the others were understandably reluctant to do so. “Those things might be out there!” Jasmine cried.
Just as she was about to insist, Edna felt Tootise move with a surge of strength. Looking down, she saw that the dog was now baring its teeth, growling viciously. She jumped, startling Grayson so that he collided with her, and Tootsie flew from her hands in the direction of the driving seat.
Jamie screamed as the little dog fell on him, growling and spitting and trying to sink its teeth into his neck.
***
Carl rushed to Chas’ side and tried to pull the tourist off her, but it was too strong for him and flung him to the ground. Chas squealed, contorting her body in an effort to keep the creature’s fangs away from her skin. She staggered backwards, into the main room of the pub, the tourist still clinging to her, and everyone gasped.
Matthew elbowed the tourist that had been accosting him in the face so that it fell backwards out of the doorway, and then he ran in after Chas. “Everyone behind the bar!” he shouted before striking the creature that was attacking Chas.
The creature turned to him, hissing and ready to pounce. But Chas kicked it in the back of its knees so that it fell to the ground, and Matthew swung the axe down to take off its head.
Chas grabbed Carl’s hand and the three of them followed the others behind the bar, where they tried to strengthen their position.
But three more tourists had now entered the door.
***
Jamie gave a slightly too high-pitched cry as he grabbed Tootsie round the neck. Ignoring Edna’s pleas, he held it in one hand and wound the window down with the other. With a grunt, he flung the little dog out of the window and then wound it back up again quickly.
“No!” Edna sobbed. “How could you?”
Jamie turned round in his seat. “Edna, I’m sorry to have to tell you, but your dog’s a zombie!”
“Don’t say that word!” she said quietly.
For a moment there was silence, but they heard a scratching noise at the door. Tootsie was trying to get in.
“Jamie, drive!” Grayson shouted nervously. “I know, take us to Home Farm!”
Before long they had left the howling Tootsie behind in the lane and were turning into Home Farm’s great drive. There was no-one in sight as they cautiously piled out of the van and went to the door, pounding on it desperately.
For a moment there was no sign of a response from inside, but then the door creaked open.
***
“What are we going to do?” Diane shrieked as the tourists approached the bar.
Jack and Zack shushed her in unison.
“We can get out the back, can’t we?” Matthew gasped, breathless after his exertion. “Zack, why don’t you go and prepare the exit.”
“Don’t open the door though,” Jack added. “We all need to get through at the same time, so we don’t want to draw their attention to the back entrance before we’re ready to go.”
The tourists made a strange, low-pitched hissing sound as they crept forward. Their movements were not human, and the look in their eyes was like black fire. So far, none of them had tried to get round the side of the bar, but it could not be long before they worked out that was the way to reach their prey.
Never taking his eyes off the tourists in case they made any sudden movements, Matthew addressed his fellow survivors. “Jack’s right, we have to be ready. We’ll hold them off here as long as we can. Hopefully more will come in the front door. Then we need to do something to hold them at bay while we escape. Any ideas?”
“When I looked out the window, I saw the shop was on fire. Maybe they don’t like fire, seeing as it seemed to drive them over here.”
“Nice one,” Matthew said. “Has anyone got a lighter?”
“Yeah, here you go,” Daz said, pulling one out of his pocket. Despite his other current preoccupations, Jack frowned at him reproachfully.
Just then, before they could finalise their plans, another creature entered the door. But this one was not a tourist. It was Jimmy.
