Read Zombie War: An account of the zombie apocalypse that swept across America for Free Online

and it was a slaughter.
    A white-shirted security guard came running into the stands with his weapon drawn. The crowd swirled past him, running in sheer panic. They were screaming. The guard saw a young blonde woman stagger towards him. She was wearing just a black bra and tiny white shorts. She was drenched in blood and half her face had been ravaged. Soft flaps of flesh hung from her cheek.
    “Jesus!” the guard gasped. He took a step towards the woman. She tilted her head to the side at an impossible angle and her tongue slithered from the ruined lips. She licked at the air as if tasting it. The guard froze, and then took an uncertain step backwards. A big heavy-set man wearing a Miami Dolphins jersey went lumbering past, knocking himself and the guard off balance. The gun went off and the sound was deafening. Then the zombie woman flung herself at the two men, slashing with her clawed fingers and tearing at flesh. The guard screeched. He fired blindly, hitting the zombie in the chest. The bullet tore through her body, punching a neat hole just above her breast. Brown slime oozed from the wound. The zombie threw back her head and her blood-soaked hair flailed. She howled and then went berserk.
    Around Sun Life Stadium the wails of fear rose to a crescendo. The crowd at the turnstiles was frantic. They were pressed so tightly together that children caught between the bodies suffocated, and a man died of a heart attack. There was no room for him to even fall. He died standing up. Glass windows shattered. The concrete ground became slippery with blood. The undead stalked towards the exits and ripped a swathe of blood and horror through all those who were unable to escape.
    In the vast parking lot a heavily pregnant woman wearing an over-sized Green Bay Packers jersey ran screaming, clutching at her stomach. Her face was painted in gaudy colors but not even that could mask the terror on her face. She wailed and sobbed as she ran. She reached a concrete barrier and stole a terrified look over her shoulder. One of the undead was running after her. It had been a man. Now it was a terrifying apparition of horror. One of its arms was missing, but it ran as though compelled by mindless fury. It hunted the woman. She cried out and pushed herself away from the barrier, trying to escape in the maze of parked cars. An SUV reversed in a juddering screech of smoking rubber. The vehicle knocked the pregnant woman to the ground and the zombie pounced on her. It tore her neck open and then perched astride her chest, feasting on her soft flesh. The woman shrieked until she died.
    A man came running from one of the nearby cars. He had a gun in his hand. He stopped ten paces short of the zombie and spread his legs, throwing up the weapon and clasping it between both hands. He fired once into the air, and the zombie turned its head towards the gunman.
    “Back away!” the man shouted. His face was twisted in shock and fear. His hands were trembling. The dead woman was lying in a pool of her own blood. The zombie had severed her head with its teeth. It looked up into the man’s eyes and then vomited blood down its chin. The man backed away. He aimed the gun and fired, accidentally shooting another woman who was fleeing the terror. The victim went crashing to the ground in a sprawl of arms and legs. The zombie rose slowly from its haunches. It was awash with the pregnant woman’s blood. It stalked towards the gunman and he turned and ran.
    The zombies slashed and tore into the press of bodies, infecting some with the virulent spread from their own bloody wounds, and turning other victims with the savage bite of their teeth. To be touched by them was to die and rise again. To be bitten by them was to die and rise even faster. The zombie plague erupted across the city of Miami like a series of staggered detonations, as some people were reanimated within just minutes, and others who had merely been scratched became the undead with agonizing