The Book of Death (Bourbon Kid 4)

of the estate as the battle commenced.
    When eventually most of the
zombies had made their way through the gates, she started up the engine on the
car.
    ‘Here goes nothin’,’ she
whispered.
    She slammed her foot down on the
accelerator and stormed towards the front gates, knocking aside some of the
zombie stragglers on the way. One or two bounced up onto the bonnet of the car
and flew over the top. By the time she’d steered through the gates and started
haring up the driveway, Flake was having the time of her life. Mowing down
pedestrians for fun was the kind of thing most people only ever got to do in
video games. This was the same thing, but with real life victims, only this was
perfectly legal and morally right too.
      When she reached the huge mansion at the
end of the driveway, she slammed on the brakes. A werewolf who had been
clinging onto the roof of the car went flying off and into a bush at the side of
the entrance. There was a loud thud as his head smashed into the wall behind
the bush.
    She had no time to lose
reflecting on what was going on around her though, so she turned off the engine
and pulled out the ignition key. She grabbed the book from the passenger seat
and opened the door to get out. There were a number of vampires near the
entrance, mostly dressed in black. They were backing away from the army of
zombies, most of whom hadn’t made it this far down the drive. As Flake stepped
out of the car, the noise of the on-going battle was brutal. Horrific
high-pitched screams from vampires, howling wolves and groaning zombies filled
the air, punctuated by the sound of snapping limbs and teeth crunching into
flesh. Clutching The Book With No Name tightly to her chest, she kicked the car
door shut and raced up the steps at the front of the building. No one seemed to
pay her much attention. Hardly surprising considering self-preservation was
probably top of everyone else’s agenda. Plus of course she looked like a
vampire and she’d been injected (in the arm, thank you very much) with the
cooling serum. She reached the top step and pressed the doorbell in the wall.
Instead of a ringing sound , the songSaturday Night by Whigfield
began blaring out from inside the building. Hardly the most appropriate
doorbell chime, but Flake had more important things to worry about. She turned
her back on the door to make sure nothing was creeping up on her as she waited
for someone to let her in.
    Spotlights from above her shone
down on the fighting undead masses in the courtyard. Blood was spraying in all
directions. Arms and legs were being ripped off. There were quite a few
casualties from her driving too. Someone’s leg was still on the roof of the
Mustang. As she winced at the horrors going on in front of her, she heard the
door open behind her. She turned around, hoping to see someone wave her in.
Standing in the doorway was a woman with the same kind of look as her. It was
one of the Panda vampires. She was wearing a red baseball cap and an all black
outfit. She pulled the door completely open and stared at Flake, frowning.
    ‘Who the fuck are you?’ she
asked.
    ‘One of you,’ Flake replied
nervously.
    ‘No way,’ Panda Girl replied. ‘I
know all the Pandas. You ain’t one of them. And why are you dressed as a cop?’
    ‘I’m new,’ Flake said attempting
to step inside, keeping the book clutched tightly against her chest. ‘And I
just killed a cop to get this uniform.’
    Panda Girl shook her head.
‘You’re not coming in,’ she hissed.
    Flake was about to attempt
barging her way in when just in the nick of time, she saw a figure appear
behind Panda Girl. It was the Bourbon Kid. He grabbed the unsuspecting vampire.
One of his hands slid around her waist, the other around her neck. He dragged
her back from the door and in one swift movement snapped her head to one side,
breaking her neck with a loud crack.
    Flake dashed inside the door and
slammed it shut behind her. With the sound of the carnage outside closed out,
all that could be heard now was the irritating singing of Whigfield. Flake
turned back to the Bourbon Kid. He had dragged the body of the Panda Girl back
to a door at the far end of the reception area. He kicked the door open and
backed through it.
    ‘Through here,’ he called to
Flake.
    She hurried over and followed
him through into a large dining room. He chucked the body of the Panda Girl
onto the floor by a set of tables and chairs. Flake closed the door shut behind
them