Harley found himself in a life-threatening altercation, grappling with the former store owner, who had transformed into a ravenous undead creature. The weight of the reanimated body bore down on him, making movement difficult. In a split second, Harley regained his composure and seized the handle of the axe, using all his strength to hold the zombie's snapping jaws at bay.
Summoning his strength, Harley shoved the zombie with a powerful push, sending it sprawling backward. The force of the impact caused the reanimated creature to crash into a nearby cabinet, causing the shelf to rattle and several items to clatter to the floor. The zombie, momentarily dazed, gave Harley the opening he needed to rise to his feet and regain his bearings.
With a determined blow, Harley swung the axe forcefully at the zombie, aiming for its forehead. The blade dug deep into the undead flesh, cleaving through the skull and dividing the head into two halves. The impact was so powerful that the axe became lodged within the zombie's head, leaving it suspended from the wound. The store owner's body fell limp and lifeless to the ground, defeated at last.
Harley's chest heaved with exertion, his breathing ragged and labored from the strenuous encounter. The adrenaline that had fueled his fight against the zombie was slowly ebbing away, leaving him winded and disoriented. He leaned against the wall for support, his gaze fixed on the motionless body of the store owner. For a moment, he simply stood there, gulping down air and trying to steady his racing heart.
Harley placed his foot upon the lifeless zombie, steadying himself as he prepared to dislodge the embedded axe. With a firm grip on the handle, he exerted a firm pull, dislodging the blade from the zombie's skull with a sickening squelch. As the axe came away, streaks of dark blood stained the blade, stark and macabre against the metal.
Harley turned his attention to the gun that had previously caught his eye, still stored in the nearby shelf. He reached for it, his fingers wrapping around the cool, hard metal of the gun's handle. The weight of the firearm felt foreign and unfamiliar in his hands, but he quickly regained his composure, recognizing the potential of this newfound weapon in his ongoing survival.
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Harley examined the pistol more closely, noting its compact size and the power it held. Though it wasn't a rifle or shotgun, the pistol still had the potential to be a valuable tool in protecting himself. The fact that it was small and easy to handle made it all the more suited for his current situation, where maneuverability and concealment might be crucial to survival.
As Harley took a moment to catch his breath, the memory of his office building, situated next to the shop, came rushing back to him. With a flicker of realization, he glanced out the window, his gaze falling upon the familiar structure that was his workplace just a few short hours ago. The realization struck him forcefully, the stark contrast between his mundane office life and the present chaos stark and unsettling.
Harley approached the office building with caution, his steps slow and deliberate. The events of the day echoed in his mind, a stark contrast to the daily routine he had known just hours earlier. The once-unremarkable office complex now seemed almost like a parallel reality in comparison to the desolate surroundings and the looming threat of the undead outside.
Harley halted at the main gate, where office workers were desperately holding their ground. The glass doors served as a barrier between them and the relentless onslaught of zombies outside, the thick material providing a sense of security in a world gone mad. The employees, their fear and determination showing on their faces, fought to keep the doors closed and barricaded against the undead horde pressing against the glass.
Harley observed the determined office workers, who had managed to blockade the door with any available furniture.
At the front line, a handful of brave souls gripped emergency axes scavenged from the building's emergency supply. Their faces were a mix of resolve and fear, but their determination to hold their ground was unwavering.
In a sudden and unexpected twist, Harley found himself caught off guard as a horde of zombies appeared from behind, having stealthily closed in on his location.
The shock of the unexpected attack sent his heart racing, and he swiftly whirled around, finding himself surrounded by the ravenous undead.
The once-familiar office setting had turned into a nightmarish labyrinth, the undead closing in from all sides. Harley's mind raced as he assessed the situation, his eyes darting from one zombie to another, searching for a path of escape or a means to fight back.
end of chapter four-