The biggest sign that something had once gone wrong here, however, was the west entrance near the grocery section. Normally there should have been two sets of glass doors, one on the outside of the building leading into an area full of carts, vending machines, and a few video games, and the second leading into the store proper. Neither set of doors remained. Just inside the second set of doors there was a beat-up Hummer, its front windshield cracked and its front passenger-side bumper imbedded in the cinderblock wall. Glass from the two sets of doors littered the ground, sparkling in what light came in from outside. Colors were easier to make out here, and there were several dark splotches on the ground and walls that could only be dried blood. Edward stared at it all, trying to concentrate long enough to put together some scenario that would explain the scene. He was inspecting the Hummer, its driver-side door still open, when he heard a noise somewhere behind him in the store.
Edward spun around, or at least did his best to spin. His balance still wasn’t one hundred percent, and he tipped over and had to catch himself on the hood of the Hummer. He blinked several times, looking into the gloom further in the store, but his eyes had already adjusted to the light and the darkness farther inside looked deeper now. The noise had been low and light, and now that he thought about it maybe he hadn’t heard anything at all. His hearing was still fuzzy, although his sense of smell was strong enough that he thought he could detect something in the air, a dank and musty odor that still somehow included the lightest whiff of honey. It was possible he was only smelling himself, considering he did had a ripe odor like decaying feces. The odor would have made him sick if it didn’t for some reason feel comfortable and welcoming.
He had almost convinced himself that there hadn’t been any sound to begin with when he saw someone moving down at the farthest end of the store. There was a wide clear aisle that went all the way from the front doors to what he assumed were the doors to the storage area in back, and he thought he saw a humanoid figure moving slowly in the shadows. Edward stared at the distant figure for several moments, not quite believing his eyes, before he called out.
“Hey!” he said, holding his hands to his mouth to help project, but he was afraid he still might not be loud enough for the person to hear. “Down here! Please, you’ve got to help me, I think something is wrong with me!”
For several seconds Edward didn’t hear anything, and he thought the person hadn’t heard him. Then, low and echoing down the aisle, Edward heard the figure moan. The noise was deep with a rattling quality to it. It didn’t sound like a noise a human should have been capable of making.
Two more moans rose up from somewhere in the store. Whatever the hell this thing was, it wasn’t alone.
Edward slowly put down his hands and took a step back. He still didn’t have enough control over his feet to do the motion properly and he had to grab hold of the Hummer’s door to steady himself. The figure moved down the aisle, but it wasn’t moving fast. In fact, given its speed and distance, Edward thought most people would have easily been able to outrun it. Edward, unfortunately, did not seem to be like most people at the moment. He didn’t think he could run.
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to, either. Judging from the moan and the slow inexorable way the figure walked, he guessed it wasn’t something he wanted to meet. A part of him even felt a deep fear as the figure came closer, every step bringing it toward the light where Edward could see it. Yet he wasn’t as afraid as he thought he should have been. He couldn’t explain it, but some deep part of him felt excited.
Edward heard another moan, one from outside, and he turned on the smashed-in entrances. Whatever was coming from out there wasn’t in sight yet, probably just around the corner from the entrance, but he got the feeling that it had heard him. There was another noise outside, a distant rumble, but he couldn’t quite place it yet. That noise didn’t seem as important right now, anyway. That was something far off, and whatever or whoever was approaching him from all sides was much closer. He could even hear the slow shuffle of feet coming down the aisle. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he turned to look, but it sure wasn’t the putrefied walking corpse that moved toward him.
Edward screamed and stumbled backward, this time not catching himself, and falling flat on his back. He flailed helplessly for precious seconds, unable to get up off his back, before his hand found the doorframe of the Hummer and he could pull himself back up into a sitting position, then back up on his feet.
In the time he’d been on the floor the dead thing had come closer and was now only about fifty feet away. There was no denying that it had been human once, probably female, but he could only recognize that by its humanoid outline. The skin was dark, almost black, and it had no more hair on its head. It reached out in his direction, and at this distance Edward could see that its fingernails had long ago fallen off. A few scraps of cloth still clung to it over the shoulders and at the waist, but the rest of its clothing had rotted away long ago, revealing patches of flesh stretched tight over its bones and what little muscle it still had. It moaned as it came closer, and again the sound was echoed by both something somewhere in the store and another one from outside.
Another memory suddenly came to him as the adrenaline started pumping through his veins. This wasn’t the first time he had seen a creature like this. The first time had been on the day of the cookout. He’d seen one coming across the neighbor’s yard. Julia’s scream and Dana’s crying at the sudden noise had attracted more of them, and soon waves of the things had been coming at their house. He’d seen other people, people that were still living, also running and screaming down the streets. He even remembered seeing one of the creatures bite James Rohmer from across the street, and James had fallen to the ground immediately, twitching and foaming at the mouth. Edward hadn’t seen what had happened after that, because he’d grabbed Julia and Dana to pull them back into the house and lock the doors after them.
These things might not be fast, but he had seen what could happen when a lot of them grouped together for an attack. He couldn’t be sure now if the moaning noises were an accurate indication of how many of the undead things were in the area, but there had only been one moan that he could hear from outside. He stood a better chance of escaping with his life if he ran (or did the closest he could manage) for the entrance than if he stayed in here and tried to elude however many might be hiding in the shadows.
He turned and did a staggering, stumbling jog for the light. The tingling feeling had mostly left, but the pain stayed, growing more pronounced in his knees with the sudden motion of his legs. After only a few steps his lungs burned with the effort. Running, apparently, wouldn’t be an option yet. When he turned to look at the thing following him, however, he saw that even at his slow speed he still moved far faster than the creature ever could.
He made it out the door and stopped just long enough to get his bearings and try catching his breath. He wheezed, and his lungs felt like there might be fluid in them, but he thought maybe he could force himself to keep up his run if it were in very short bursts. A quick look around revealed another one of the things standing less than twenty feet to his right, but even though it shuffled around a little, it didn’t look like it was moving closer. Edward walked away from it as fast as he could anyway, and looked around at the parking lot.
There was no doubt about it. This was the same Walmart he remembered, which meant he still had to be in his home city of Fond du Lac. There were a few abandoned cars in the parking lot, and several of the lampposts had their glass smashed out. There might have been a makeshift barricade of shopping carts and various items from in the store that had once surrounded the entrance, but it had been smashed apart at some point, probably by the Hummer. All the shopping carts were rusted with age now.