Tales of the Urban Dead Part 10 (Finale)

Albert Newman ran, the zombies close behind him. He could still be safe at St. Matheos', it was just two blocks away. Albert stumbled over a body in the streets and yelled as it shuttered and grasped at his ankles. He buried his fire axe in its chest and scrambled away, leaving the trusty axe behind.

Dashing through the alley he and Mayer had come through not long ago, Albert made a beeline for the hospital. He ran up the stairs to the main door but stopped short when he saw it swinging open. Zombies growled inside. Gray clouds swirled overhead, but yellow sunlight still splashed eerily around the city.

Albert sighed and looked to heaven, drawing both of his handguns before glancing around at the horde of zombies closing in around him. He fired at the closest shambling corpse twice, catching it in the arm, then hitting it in the head. More shots echoed through the city as the circle of the dead drew tighter. Albert fired again and again, but for every zombie he put down, another grasped at his back. The horde overcame Albert as the sunlight died over Kempsterbank.

It began to rain; slowly at first, then building to a heavy storm. On the steps of St. Matheos' Hospital, a new corpse began to rise.