The groans of the undead echoed through the shattered windows of the convenience store as the horde pressed closer, their rotting hands clawing at the walls. Karam, Shihab, and the cashier bolted up the stairs to the roof, their breaths ragged with fear.
"We can't hold them off forever!" Shihab shouted, hurling the last of his Molotov into the crowd below. The explosion sent a few zombies stumbling back, but more quickly filled the gap.
Karam gritted his teeth, gripping his baseball bat tightly. "We're out of options. We need to fall back!"
The cashier wiped his brow, his hands shaking. "There's nowhere left to go!"
A loud crash came from the stairwell the zombies were trying to break the door. Shihab's eyes widened. "Move! Now!"
The three sprinted back downstairs, their hearts pounding. When they reached the ground floor, they found the girls Asma and Karima crouched under the cashier's desk, clutching kitchen knives and frying pans. The old man stood protectively in front of them, his gnarled hands gripping an axe.
Asma's voice trembled. "They're everywhere… What do we do?"
Karam exchanged a desperate glance with Shihab before turning to the group. "We fight. Right here."
Shihab grabbed a metal pipe from the floor. "If we're going down, we're taking as many of them with us as we can."
Mr. Hassan tightened his grip on the axe, his voice steady despite the chaos. "Then we stand together."
Asma let out a shaky breath, raising her knife. "I don't want to die here."
The main door of the supermarket shuddered under the relentless assault of the undead, the fridge, packed with juice bottles and soda cans groaning against the pressure. Each slam sent vibrations through the barricade, and the group exchanged nervous glances.
"They're gonna break through!" Karam shouted, bracing his shoulder against the fridge.
Shihab's eyes darted around the room. "We need more weight! Grab anything heavy, now!"
Asma and Karima rushed to help, dragging shelves and chairs to pile against the door. The old man wedged a metal rod through the handles, his jaw set. "This won't hold forever."
Then, abruptly, the banging stopped.
The sudden silence was more unnerving than the noise. Shihab frowned, pressing his ear against the door. "They've stopped…"
Karam wiped sweat from his brow. "Maybe they gave up?"
Shihab wasn't convinced. He carefully shifted a few boxes aside and peeked through a crack in the barricade. His blood ran cold.
"They're moving, but not away. They're heading toward the storage room."
Asma's eyes widened. "But we locked that door! It's barricaded too!"
Shihab turned to the others. "Something's wrong. Hassan, Karam come with me. The rest of you, stay here and keep watch."
The three moved cautiously down the dim hallway, weapons raised. The storage room door was at the end, and as they approached, Shihab's grip tightened on his pipe. Then, they heard movement.
A zombie lunged from the shadows, its gnarled fingers reaching for Karam.
"Look out!" Mr. Hassan swung his axe in a clean arc, severing the creature's head. It hit the ground with a wet thud.
Before they could react, five more emerged from the darkness, snarling.
Shihab didn't hesitate. He drove his pipe through the first zombie's skull, twisted, and yanked it free just in time to smash another's jaw. Karam bashed a third against the wall, crushing its skull with a sickening crunch.
The old man cleaved through the last two with practiced efficiency, his breath heavy but steady.
For a moment, there was silence again.
Karam panted, staring at the bodies. "Why were they down here? The storage room is sealed!"
Shihab stepped forward, examining the door. Then he froze.
Not the door but a window, no one noticed it because it was hidden behind a cabinet, the window was wide open and zombie squeezed themselves in through it.
His voice was low, tense. "You've got to be kidding me!"
The three men stood frozen for a split second, the realization sinking in. But before they could react, a wet, monstrous snarl echoed from the storage room.
Then another. And another.
"Damn it!" Karam hissed. "They're climbing in!"
A rotting hand clawed through the window, followed by another. Then a decayed face, milky eyes locking onto them with ravenous hunger.
Shihab lunged forward, swinging his dagger like a madman. "Close the damn window!" He smashed skulls, kicked back grasping hands, but for every one he took down, two more slithered in. The horde outside had found their way in, and now they were flooding the basement like a relentless tide.
The old man grabbed Shihab's shoulder and yanked him back. "We have to retreat and seal the door!" His voice was sharp, commanding. "Now!"
Shihab hesitated, just for a second, before nodding. The three scrambled back, slamming the storage room door shut. Karam braced against it, his muscles straining as the undead thrashed on the other side.
"Cashier!" Shihab roared. "We need help, now!"
The cashier rushed over,the panic visible in his eyes. Together, they tried to drag a heavy cabinet in front of the door, but the man was weak, his movements sluggish.
"Faster!" Karam gritted his teeth as the door shuddered under the weight of the horde.
The cashier panted, sweat pouring down his face. "I can't, it's too heavy."
The wood splintered. A bony arm shot through the gap, fingers clawing at the air.
Shihab and Karam threw their weight against the door, but it was no use. The sheer force of the zombies was too much. The cabinet tipped. The door burst open.
A wall of rotting bodies crashed into them, knocking all three men to the ground.
Shihab hit the floor hard, the wind knocked out of him. Above him, the dead loomed, jaws snapping, hands reaching. Then, a battle cry cut through the chaos.
"GET AWAY FROM THEM!"
Asma and Karima charged in, swinging knives and a frying pan, buying them precious seconds.
Shihab scrambled up, grabbing his dagger"Fall back to the roof!" he ordered. "NOW!"
they turned to run, the flood of
zombies close behind them, they had. no choice but to retreat to the roof, which was their last fort.