The Orphans (Book 3): Strangers by Mike Evans Page B

they ain’t gonna let us in.”
                  Tim climbed into the passengers seat reluctantly. I think there’s a reason that all those people were wearing the shirts for school.” He waited a three count giving the men the benefit of the doubt that they were all on the same page. He gave up and pointed out to them, “Christ I might be better off alone. The shirts the goddamn clothes these freaks running into the streets for us were coming from the school’s welcome home rally. So I fear that they might still be wandering around there.”
    Cedric pumped up his chest gripping the wheel tighter and turning the truck over. “Hey my wife was one of them. Don't be calling them a-”
                  “Cedric what would you call someone trying to rip your throat out and eat it?” Tim yelled back in frustration.
                  Cedric thought about this and as he thought of more to say he realized the fact that the growling was not the trucks engine He held up a finger to keep quiet there ears were ringing from the gun shots but even over the ringing echoing in their ears he knew that deas was on its way. Philip screamed, “Hey it sounds like those things are near, like really near!”
                  Eric and Philip climbed into the back and Cedric slammed it into drive screaming, “Hold on it’s gonna get a little bumpy.”
                  When Cedric pulled from the backyard back over to the driveway he punched the gas hard. The engine responded and propelled them down the short driveway. Tim screamed slamming his hand on the dash. “Take it easy on the gas that bar don’t make me rich!”
                  “Well what the hell does that mean damn it!?”
                  “It means this trucks a piece of shit and if you over work this damn thing we’re going to be on foot and were going to be screwed.”
                  Cedric let off of the gas and pulled into the street turning a sharp right ready to head to the school in the quickest route possible. Eric and Philip who were holding on with everything they could with their one free hand, saw the approaching horde of Turned running their way. The gunfire had been as good as a dinner bell to the Turned. Eric and Philip screamed “LEFT LEFT TURN LEFT CEDRIC!”
    Cedric who was already turning right saw what the men were screaming about and the bloody mob approaching. He yanked the steering wheel to the left bringing the truck up to full speed. Its left side went into the air and when the tires hit asphalt again he gunned the engine. They raced up the hill every knowing every second could mean life and death. They put as much distance as they could and made their way to the side of town where the school was located at.
    Tim yelled through the back window, “Philip you see anything back there?”
    Philip shook his head no and realized no one could see him doing that from the trucks cab. “No Tim I don’t see anything now. I think we are in the clear.”
    Eric yelled, “Are you stupid man? You don’t ever yell dumbshit like that out when things are going well.”
    The rest of the way to the school they had driven slowly without any further issues. The men were thankful that they hadn’t any further run ins with the Turned. As they drove through the residential sections of homes they began taking in the carnage that had been taking place the last few days while they had been holding up at Cedrics and collecting supplies from the homes around it. They saw the cars had been either parked and left open with blood trails heading into homes or in some cases people had never made it inside and there had not been enough of the people attempting to escape to be Turned. In some yards bodyparts simply littered the yards. When they thought the ride would be uneventful was when windows behind them started to explode. The men raced out of the residential neighborhoods the Turned