The Dead Rise (Book 1): Zombies and Chainsaws by Mike Evans

craned his neck around trying to decide if it was worth his time, and knew if he found some teenager in the ditch cut open belly to neck that he'd have no good explanation for why he hadn't gone back and done something about it or at the very least asked the man what it was he was doing. He watched the man as he went over the hill, confirming yes, he'd be a perfect asshole if he didn't at least go and find out if the man needed help and get an explanation on what the hell happened to him. He hit his lights as he went up over the hill ready to circle around and head back but when he went over the hill what he saw just made him stare in awe. Unfortunately for him staring wasn't good enough and the idea came to him too little too late that he needed to slam on the car's brakes and he needed to do it now.
    Gareth hit his high-beams trying to figure out what the hell he was looking at. There were bodies and they were everywhere but they were standing and walking slowly bouncing off of each other. Gareth swerved the car losing control instantly. He tried to swerve for the ditch but the force of the turn pushed the car past what it could handle and the vehicle flipped rolling left to right. Gareth could do nothing but scream, “Oh fuck me!” as the car rolled. 
    The newly risen dead made no attempt to get out of the way of the rolling squad car. Gareth rolled over ten of them as he went down the hill. He smashed them leaving a stretch of the dead and painted the highway with them. The sheriff hadn't had the time he needed to realize that he should have pulled his left arm that had been hanging freely outside of the car back in. He quivered as his arm became mangled and useless forever. When the car slid to a stop it had been totaled. The sheriff lay in the car no seat-belt to keep him in place and his face bleeding freely from the wounds by the glass and his arm bleeding like he'd never seen something bleed before.
    The car was upside down and Gareth was lying flat across what was the roof of the car and all he could see were feet, hundreds and hundreds of feet shuffling slowly past him heading where he could only assume was town. He tried to pull himself out, but the aching pain in his arm was excruciating as it hung limply from his shoulder. He screamed in pain it was like nothing that he had ever felt before. With his free hand he stripped the items from his gun belt and put it around his arm tightening it with his teeth stopping the bleeding and instantly feeling like he was able to think a bit better.
    He watched the feet in awe and was shaking from the pain but trying not to scream. He realized they could hear because the feet in front of him stopped moving and knees became visible followed by thighs and finally heads peering into the cab of the car. The sight of their faces made him cringe. Their hair was long and stringy, their faces sunken in and maggots fell from the holes in their faces and eye sockets. He tried to back up getting away from their reach, but it did little good as hands gripped him from the opposite side of the car pulling him out onto the street. Mouths bit into his thighs and crotch. He screamed now experiencing a pain like very few had probably ever experienced. Gareth reached for his firearm, content in taking some of these monsters out with his final moments on earth but when he reached for his gun he felt nothing but an empty holster. He looked through tear filled eyes at a shiny three fifty-seven revolver glistening in the lights of the car its cylinder and the trigger now useless and sitting never to be fired by his hand again.
    He stopped fighting and the dead pulled his already severed ruined arm off two of them feasting on it while the others practically fell on top of him, mouths open each fighting to be the next in line until there was nothing left on the bones to fight over. 
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    Matt heard the car crash and stopped his run, he thought about it knowing what was after him, and the fact