could do. With a cold smile of victory on his seeping face, he attacked Mary viciously from behind. He opened his mouth, bit the back of her head and began chewing greedily. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
“No!” screamed Henry who was now scrambling to get out of the SUV.
But it was too late, Mary was dragged to the ground and several zombies were on top of her, tearing through her clothes to get to her flesh.
“Oh my God, Mary!” I choked, backing away from the crowd of undead now feeding upon her. There was no way I could get to her without getting bitten myself.
“Get into the SUV, Cassie!” hollered Billie.
I took one last heart wrenching glance towards the horrible scene, trying desperately to think of a way to save her. But then I caught a glimpse of her lifeless blue eyes, which now stared up at the ceiling and I knew it was too late.
Billie laid on the horn and I limped to the SUV.
“Are you okay?” I asked Henry as I slid in next to him.
“What do you think?” he mumbled.
I grabbed his hand and held it in mine. “I’m sorry, I tried to stop it.”
Henry raised his tear-stained face and looked me in the eye. “It’s not your fault Wild. Don’t ever blame yourself. She was a stubborn woman.”
“Hold on guys, we’re getting out the hell out of here,” said Billie fastening his seatbelt.
The next thing I knew we were flying through broken glass, following Dale.
“Check that out,” pointed Billie as we blew flew the crowd of zombies surrounding the dealership.
A big red pickup truck was charging down a side street and Dale began to follow him, so of course we did too.
There had to be thousands of zombies combing the streets and I realized how lucky we were by escaping. Unfortunately, we’d lost the one person in the group I would have gladly risked my life to save. She’s been loving and kind, and I knew that if I survived this nightmare, I’d be a better person because of knowing her.
Sorry, Mary, I thought . I wish I could have saved you .
It was quiet in the SUV and I stared blindly out the window, thinking about all the lives lost and the ones that were walking a fine line between life and death. I thought of Allie again and prayed she was still holding on. I missed her and my mother so much, it was beginning to feel like grief.
When we finally made it through the town of undead bikers, we slowed until we parked parallel to Dale on the side of the road. The other truck sat idling about a hundred feet away, now facing towards us with its lights shining brightly.
Dale rolled his window down. “What the hell is that guy doing?”
Billie waved at the red truck through his window but they didn’t respond. “You’d think they’d be happy to see other living people,” he yelled.
“Maybe it’s because you look a little creepy sweetheart,” quipped Dale, “especially, with your mascara running down your face, your crazy man hair, and the torn evening gown.”
“Oh damn it,” groaned Billie, looking down. “It is torn! And it’s a Versace .”
I looked over at Henry, who was now snoring softly.
Poor guy , I thought, thinking of his best friend, Mary. She’d had a huge heart and she had paid for it, with her life.
I picked the sword up off the floor she’d given me and cringed, it was still covered with traces of zombie blood. “I’m putting this sword into the back of the SUV,” I said. “It’s totally disgusting.”
When I got out of the SUV, the mysterious truck flashed his high beams at me, temporarily blinding me. I scowled and flipped him off.
“Cassie,” said Billie, “best to not start anything. We’ve all had enough violence tonight.”
“The jerk doesn’t have to flash me like that,” I said climbing back in.
With a rev of the engine, the strangers kicked up some rocks and tore away down the road.
“Freak,” snorted Dale.
“Hey Dale, you lead,” said Billie. “Next town you see that’s not too infested with those
“No!” screamed Henry who was now scrambling to get out of the SUV.
But it was too late, Mary was dragged to the ground and several zombies were on top of her, tearing through her clothes to get to her flesh.
“Oh my God, Mary!” I choked, backing away from the crowd of undead now feeding upon her. There was no way I could get to her without getting bitten myself.
“Get into the SUV, Cassie!” hollered Billie.
I took one last heart wrenching glance towards the horrible scene, trying desperately to think of a way to save her. But then I caught a glimpse of her lifeless blue eyes, which now stared up at the ceiling and I knew it was too late.
Billie laid on the horn and I limped to the SUV.
“Are you okay?” I asked Henry as I slid in next to him.
“What do you think?” he mumbled.
I grabbed his hand and held it in mine. “I’m sorry, I tried to stop it.”
Henry raised his tear-stained face and looked me in the eye. “It’s not your fault Wild. Don’t ever blame yourself. She was a stubborn woman.”
“Hold on guys, we’re getting out the hell out of here,” said Billie fastening his seatbelt.
The next thing I knew we were flying through broken glass, following Dale.
“Check that out,” pointed Billie as we blew flew the crowd of zombies surrounding the dealership.
A big red pickup truck was charging down a side street and Dale began to follow him, so of course we did too.
There had to be thousands of zombies combing the streets and I realized how lucky we were by escaping. Unfortunately, we’d lost the one person in the group I would have gladly risked my life to save. She’s been loving and kind, and I knew that if I survived this nightmare, I’d be a better person because of knowing her.
Sorry, Mary, I thought . I wish I could have saved you .
It was quiet in the SUV and I stared blindly out the window, thinking about all the lives lost and the ones that were walking a fine line between life and death. I thought of Allie again and prayed she was still holding on. I missed her and my mother so much, it was beginning to feel like grief.
When we finally made it through the town of undead bikers, we slowed until we parked parallel to Dale on the side of the road. The other truck sat idling about a hundred feet away, now facing towards us with its lights shining brightly.
Dale rolled his window down. “What the hell is that guy doing?”
Billie waved at the red truck through his window but they didn’t respond. “You’d think they’d be happy to see other living people,” he yelled.
“Maybe it’s because you look a little creepy sweetheart,” quipped Dale, “especially, with your mascara running down your face, your crazy man hair, and the torn evening gown.”
“Oh damn it,” groaned Billie, looking down. “It is torn! And it’s a Versace .”
I looked over at Henry, who was now snoring softly.
Poor guy , I thought, thinking of his best friend, Mary. She’d had a huge heart and she had paid for it, with her life.
I picked the sword up off the floor she’d given me and cringed, it was still covered with traces of zombie blood. “I’m putting this sword into the back of the SUV,” I said. “It’s totally disgusting.”
When I got out of the SUV, the mysterious truck flashed his high beams at me, temporarily blinding me. I scowled and flipped him off.
“Cassie,” said Billie, “best to not start anything. We’ve all had enough violence tonight.”
“The jerk doesn’t have to flash me like that,” I said climbing back in.
With a rev of the engine, the strangers kicked up some rocks and tore away down the road.
“Freak,” snorted Dale.
“Hey Dale, you lead,” said Billie. “Next town you see that’s not too infested with those
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