Chris Van Deelen

This is the third and - for now - final entry in my zombie short stories. I wrote it back around the middle of 2011. As with the other works I have posted here, it has been through one edit but there will still be a few mistakes that managed to slip through. So sorry about that.

The main protagonist is a police officer, who I met several years ago. He wrote a book called 'The Wolf and the Sheepdog', which were a collection of short stories about various encounters he had during his years on the force.

My son Gary has ambitions to become a police officer himself in a few years time and I've always had the upmost respect for the men and women who patrol the streets and keep the rest of us law-abiding citizens safe. I know a lot of people hate cops, but I'm certainly not one of them.

As always, I hope you enjoy.

Chris Van Deelen is the author of the Skirmisher Publishing LLC sourcebook Creatures of the Tropical Wastes sourcebook, co-author of its Wisdom from the Wastelands game supplement and contributor to the 'Sword of Kos: Hekaton' Anthology.


March 27 th 6:50 PM

Officer John Jones finished scribbling the note and without fanfare placed it as well as the spare weapons and ammunition in the Harris’s car. He paused only long enough to take a final look around the large garage of Fire Station one before reaching the door that led to the outside.

Quietly, he pushed open the heavy door and again paused, checking the area around him. There were two zombies milling around the wreckage that had fallen when the airliner had clipped the top of the Delta hotel.

For a man as large as Jones, he could move with shocking speed and stealth. In seconds he had passed the zombies that were in the debris choked lot in front of the fire station. Neither of the two zombies standing with their backs turned to him noticed his departure. Thankfully they were not the deadly sprinters. Those undead creatures seemed to have preternatural senses and could home in on a mouse in a field, so it seemed when it came to tracking down the living.  

Once he was clear of the fire station John poured on the speed. He wasn’t concerned about the zombies; he could outrun any