Dead World (Book 1): Dead Come Home by Nathan Brown, Fox Robert Page B
Authors: Nathan Brown, Fox Robert
Tags: Zombies
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hadn’t really done in years.
The miles rolled past.
A sapphire blue Taurus calmly passed Joseph on the left side. He looked over in time to see that there were dents in the hood. He had no doubts that the car next to him had come out of a riot similar to the mess from which he had recently fled. He looked at the driver through the cracked passenger window. The woman’s face was ashen, damp hair sticking to pale skin.
Something moved in the back seat of the Taurus. It was small and fleeting; for a moment Joseph thought he had imagined the flash of motion.
Joseph kept glancing back at the car.
A small, bandaged hand arced slowly toward the rear passenger window. The hand turned and pressed against the glass as if its owner was slowly rolling over in the back seat. A child’s face appeared in the rear window next to the hand. The kid’s face was a mess of gashes and blood, and he looked like he’d recently been mauled by a pack of rabid dogs. The cuts on his face, oddly, seemed to have stopped bleeding. Something had bitten off the top half of his left ear and torn off a piece of his lower lip.
The child pushed himself into a kneeling position and turned toward the woman driving the car.
Joseph took both eyes off the road and watched the little kid grab a fistful of the woman’s hair and her shoulder. He dragged himself over the back of the seat and sank his teeth into the flesh of her collar. The woman jerked down and to the left, trying to get away from the child’s teeth. She groped for a handhold on the child’s blood slicked T-shirt. The kid grabbed her right hand and latched onto it like a pit bull. Joseph nearly vomited when he saw the kid pull his head back, taking away a chunk of flesh from the woman’s wrist as though it was a turkey leg.
Joseph noticed the road curving to the right just in time to keep from running off of it. He hit his horn in a futile attempt to warn the woman in the Taurus. She either didn’t notice or was too focused on trying to protect herself from the psychotic child. The Taurus plowed through the rail and rolled several times. He wasn’t sure, but Joseph thought he saw the child fly out through the windshield before the car crunched to a rest on the driver’s side. The woman may have still been in the car but, from what was left of it, she was certainly dead.
Joseph thought about stopping to see if he could help. His instincts told him to keep moving and not stop until he had no other choice.
No one stopped.
Joseph went back to listening to the radio to see if they had any new information. He scanned through a few radio stations; none of them had anything new running, just the same crap about staying inside.
Henrietta was quiet. Joseph figured people had started taking the emergency statements very seriously. He looked over the freeway to one of the side streets. A police cruiser sat in the center of the road with its lights flashing, but the officer was not in it. Joseph assumed he must have taken cover in the gas station on the corner. Near the edge of town he saw an ambulance with an unattended gurney. The patient strapped to the gurney bounced around as if trying to breaks the straps holding him down.
Okay, where are the paramedics? They should be trying to calm that guy down before he hurts himself.
His stomach rumbled. Out of habit, he looked at his watch—quarter to two. A moment later he saw a green, travel distance sign, “Wichita Falls 20 miles.” He pushed thoughts of hunger aside and slid his car in behind one of the big rigs.
He blew past a hitchhiker shuffling along the side of the road. He glanced at his rearview mirror a second after he passed the hitchhiker. A red Suburban jumped to the right as its right front tire blew out. The driver must have jammed on the brakes and turned the wheels left to avoid the hitchhiker. The man snapped his head up at the sound of the tire blowing but didn’t seem to attach any significance to the grinding
The miles rolled past.
A sapphire blue Taurus calmly passed Joseph on the left side. He looked over in time to see that there were dents in the hood. He had no doubts that the car next to him had come out of a riot similar to the mess from which he had recently fled. He looked at the driver through the cracked passenger window. The woman’s face was ashen, damp hair sticking to pale skin.
Something moved in the back seat of the Taurus. It was small and fleeting; for a moment Joseph thought he had imagined the flash of motion.
Joseph kept glancing back at the car.
A small, bandaged hand arced slowly toward the rear passenger window. The hand turned and pressed against the glass as if its owner was slowly rolling over in the back seat. A child’s face appeared in the rear window next to the hand. The kid’s face was a mess of gashes and blood, and he looked like he’d recently been mauled by a pack of rabid dogs. The cuts on his face, oddly, seemed to have stopped bleeding. Something had bitten off the top half of his left ear and torn off a piece of his lower lip.
The child pushed himself into a kneeling position and turned toward the woman driving the car.
Joseph took both eyes off the road and watched the little kid grab a fistful of the woman’s hair and her shoulder. He dragged himself over the back of the seat and sank his teeth into the flesh of her collar. The woman jerked down and to the left, trying to get away from the child’s teeth. She groped for a handhold on the child’s blood slicked T-shirt. The kid grabbed her right hand and latched onto it like a pit bull. Joseph nearly vomited when he saw the kid pull his head back, taking away a chunk of flesh from the woman’s wrist as though it was a turkey leg.
Joseph noticed the road curving to the right just in time to keep from running off of it. He hit his horn in a futile attempt to warn the woman in the Taurus. She either didn’t notice or was too focused on trying to protect herself from the psychotic child. The Taurus plowed through the rail and rolled several times. He wasn’t sure, but Joseph thought he saw the child fly out through the windshield before the car crunched to a rest on the driver’s side. The woman may have still been in the car but, from what was left of it, she was certainly dead.
Joseph thought about stopping to see if he could help. His instincts told him to keep moving and not stop until he had no other choice.
No one stopped.
Joseph went back to listening to the radio to see if they had any new information. He scanned through a few radio stations; none of them had anything new running, just the same crap about staying inside.
Henrietta was quiet. Joseph figured people had started taking the emergency statements very seriously. He looked over the freeway to one of the side streets. A police cruiser sat in the center of the road with its lights flashing, but the officer was not in it. Joseph assumed he must have taken cover in the gas station on the corner. Near the edge of town he saw an ambulance with an unattended gurney. The patient strapped to the gurney bounced around as if trying to breaks the straps holding him down.
Okay, where are the paramedics? They should be trying to calm that guy down before he hurts himself.
His stomach rumbled. Out of habit, he looked at his watch—quarter to two. A moment later he saw a green, travel distance sign, “Wichita Falls 20 miles.” He pushed thoughts of hunger aside and slid his car in behind one of the big rigs.
He blew past a hitchhiker shuffling along the side of the road. He glanced at his rearview mirror a second after he passed the hitchhiker. A red Suburban jumped to the right as its right front tire blew out. The driver must have jammed on the brakes and turned the wheels left to avoid the hitchhiker. The man snapped his head up at the sound of the tire blowing but didn’t seem to attach any significance to the grinding
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