Everywhere I looked were clawed hands and gaping mouths, dead eyes staring, hollow moans assaulting my ears from all sides.
Roger grabbed my arm and shook me. "Alex! Now! Lets fucking go!"
I blinked and looked at him. The car in front of us shook as the driver, his head caved in on one side, pawed at the driver's side window, leaving messy streaks of decaying flesh and rotten blood. My eyes went wide. My muscles locked. Amy whimpered as she stared at the flailing monstrosity trapped in the car. Roger shook me again, shoving me towards the car, "Grab it! Lift!" He pushed Amy's shoulder, "Lift! Do it! On three!"
My ear was pressed to the door. The thing's feet thumped against the floor, getting caught on the pedals it no longer understood. Its fingers scraped against the glass, the flesh worn down to the bone.
"ONE! TWO! THREE!"
We lifted. We groaned and grunted. The fear gripping at my heart made my pulse pound in my ears. My muscles cried out as I gave it everything I had, adrenaline coursing through my system. I could feel the car lift. The thing inside groaned louder, more high pitched as it felt itself moving. Another final shove tipped the car onto its side. Glass broke. The thing fell against the passenger side door, now against the ground. I collapsed, out of breath, against the underside of the car. I panted for air. My arms felt dead, my shoulders ached, my hands were numb, the cool metal of the undercarriage a comfort against my cheek.
I didn't rest long. Roger grabbed my shirt by the collar and pulled me to my feet. "Jeep! Go!" He pushed me roughly. I could see one of his hands was bleeding. I looked into his face, not understanding. "JEEP!" he yelled again. Amy was already running through the channel between the cars. Monsters reached for her as they past, trapped in the abandoned cars like animals in a zoo, desperate to eat the tourists but stuck behind glass. Roger started to run. He grabbed me by the arm as he went. I felt my legs moving, but I wasn't the one moving them. My body was driven by the fear, the primal need to flee. My mind was detached. It was all happening to someone else.
Eli was already in the driver's seat, revving the engine. Amy climbed in back, reaching out to me as Roger shoved me forward. I stared at the crowd coming down the road, a mob of shuffling and staggering bodies moving slowly towards us, the first of them close enough that I could see their open mouths and discolored teeth gaping below dead, colorless eyes.
The Jeep lurched as Eli let off the clutch too quickly, then again as he slammed on the brake to avoid hitting the first car in the lane, then stalled. Roger snarled, "Oh for fucks sake! I'll drive! Move! Move!" He shoved the shotgun into Eli's chest and climbed over the stick shift into the driver's seat. Eli clambered into the back with us, jumping across our laps rather than waste time going around to the other side. Roger restarted the Jeep and put it in gear. We wove and swerved, Roger navigating the narrow path. I heard glass breaking somewhere close, a soft tinkle as shards hit the pavement, then a loud groan.
"Fucking hell!" Roger said. I heard a thump against the side of the Jeep. One of them had broken their window, and was trying to grab on to us as we passed. If we didn't make it through we would be trapped here, surrounded, forced to try to make it on foot. I closed my eyes.
Metal scraped against metal as we pushed past the car we tipped. I heard the other car shift, spinning in place as we pushed against it, glass crunching underneath. More breaking glass. Amy screamed. Eli squirmed and thrashed. I opened my eyes.
The dead driver had broken the window above it, the one that my face was pressed against not minutes before, and had grabbed hold of Eli's ankle. He was kicking furiously. Roger
Roger grabbed my arm and shook me. "Alex! Now! Lets fucking go!"
I blinked and looked at him. The car in front of us shook as the driver, his head caved in on one side, pawed at the driver's side window, leaving messy streaks of decaying flesh and rotten blood. My eyes went wide. My muscles locked. Amy whimpered as she stared at the flailing monstrosity trapped in the car. Roger shook me again, shoving me towards the car, "Grab it! Lift!" He pushed Amy's shoulder, "Lift! Do it! On three!"
My ear was pressed to the door. The thing's feet thumped against the floor, getting caught on the pedals it no longer understood. Its fingers scraped against the glass, the flesh worn down to the bone.
"ONE! TWO! THREE!"
We lifted. We groaned and grunted. The fear gripping at my heart made my pulse pound in my ears. My muscles cried out as I gave it everything I had, adrenaline coursing through my system. I could feel the car lift. The thing inside groaned louder, more high pitched as it felt itself moving. Another final shove tipped the car onto its side. Glass broke. The thing fell against the passenger side door, now against the ground. I collapsed, out of breath, against the underside of the car. I panted for air. My arms felt dead, my shoulders ached, my hands were numb, the cool metal of the undercarriage a comfort against my cheek.
I didn't rest long. Roger grabbed my shirt by the collar and pulled me to my feet. "Jeep! Go!" He pushed me roughly. I could see one of his hands was bleeding. I looked into his face, not understanding. "JEEP!" he yelled again. Amy was already running through the channel between the cars. Monsters reached for her as they past, trapped in the abandoned cars like animals in a zoo, desperate to eat the tourists but stuck behind glass. Roger started to run. He grabbed me by the arm as he went. I felt my legs moving, but I wasn't the one moving them. My body was driven by the fear, the primal need to flee. My mind was detached. It was all happening to someone else.
Eli was already in the driver's seat, revving the engine. Amy climbed in back, reaching out to me as Roger shoved me forward. I stared at the crowd coming down the road, a mob of shuffling and staggering bodies moving slowly towards us, the first of them close enough that I could see their open mouths and discolored teeth gaping below dead, colorless eyes.
The Jeep lurched as Eli let off the clutch too quickly, then again as he slammed on the brake to avoid hitting the first car in the lane, then stalled. Roger snarled, "Oh for fucks sake! I'll drive! Move! Move!" He shoved the shotgun into Eli's chest and climbed over the stick shift into the driver's seat. Eli clambered into the back with us, jumping across our laps rather than waste time going around to the other side. Roger restarted the Jeep and put it in gear. We wove and swerved, Roger navigating the narrow path. I heard glass breaking somewhere close, a soft tinkle as shards hit the pavement, then a loud groan.
"Fucking hell!" Roger said. I heard a thump against the side of the Jeep. One of them had broken their window, and was trying to grab on to us as we passed. If we didn't make it through we would be trapped here, surrounded, forced to try to make it on foot. I closed my eyes.
Metal scraped against metal as we pushed past the car we tipped. I heard the other car shift, spinning in place as we pushed against it, glass crunching underneath. More breaking glass. Amy screamed. Eli squirmed and thrashed. I opened my eyes.
The dead driver had broken the window above it, the one that my face was pressed against not minutes before, and had grabbed hold of Eli's ankle. He was kicking furiously. Roger
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