TYBEE ISLAN
ISLAND
By By Paul Paul Cales Cales & Becca
Continued from the January 2018 Beachcomber.
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Chapter 7 - Ironic
Day 3.5
30 TYBEE BEACHCOMBER | FEB 2018
clumsiness gives Tony and Rudy just enough time to get through the
fence. Once they are through, they run up Izlar and over to the back of
Doug’s house. The fire escape is down and they make their assent to the
third floor. “Do you think those things can climb a ladder?” Rudy asks.
“I don’t want to take any chances,” Tony replies as he pulls up the
ladder and locks it into its storage position before climbing through
Doug’s bedroom window. They head through the bedroom door to the
stairs. As they turn the corner, Rudy runs straight into the barrel of a
rifle.
“Say something, asshole!” Doug shouts from the other end of the gun.
“Don’t shoot, man!” Rudy shouts back.
“Don’t worry, it’s only a pellet gun. I saw you guys sneaking up the
back. Hell, I’ve been watching you guys hold that door at the Rose for
the last half hour. What the hell were you doing?”
“Giving Howard and Jay time to get to our boat,” Tony answers.
“We’re staying on Little Tybee. There doesn’t seem to be any geeks over
there.”
“What the hell are you doing with a pellet gun, man?” Rudy asks.
“All my hunting rifles are in Macon. Never figured I’d need them on
Tybee.”
“What happens when you shoot a geek with a pellet gun?”
“Nothing, really. I mean, they spin around looking for what hit them. If
I get them in the eye they get pretty pissed, flailing about and swatting
at the air. If I get both eyes it blinds them and that really makes them go
off into a fit of rage.”
“So,” Tony says. “They can see, feel, and possibly smell.”
“I guess so,” Doug replies. “It’s getting late. You guys wanna crash
here tonight? No electricity, but I do have beer and Ramen noodles.”
“Do you think Howard and Jay made it to the boat yet?” Rudy asks
Tony as they attempt to keep the back door of the Windrose closed
against the hungry geeks.
“I sure hope so. I’m not going to be able to hold this much longer.”
“You said it man. You ready to make a run for Doug’s house?”
“Yeah, man. On the count of three.”
“One… Two… Three…” Rudy counts out loud. They let go of the
door and dash towards the fence. As soon as they let go it bursts open
and six zombies crash through, stumbling over one another. Their
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