road.
“Waaaaaaaagghh!” “Screeeeeeech!” “BOOOM!”
Another vehicle had just come around the same corner we had, but he was going way too fast. In the rearview mirror we watched the Ford Mustang slam into the median just feet behind the truck. The black Ford didn’t make it over the concrete in one piece. Most of the exhaust system, the oil pan, and one of the front wheels were ripped off of the speeding car. A Dodge minivan was sitting just on the other side of the street and was broadsided by the flying car.
We both just stared at the wreck for a few moments, but neither of us moved. The driver of the vehicle appeared to be still inside but he wasn’t moving.
“We should check it out,” I said.
“He’s probably dead or, if not dead, infected,” said Matt.
“Then I’ll take care of it,” I said as I opened the door and pulled out the Glock.
I slowly walked toward the fresh accident, looking all around for more infected as I approached. I heard Matt get out of the truck and charge his shotgun. As I walked around to the passenger’s side of the vehicle, I could see the driver. He looked to be younger than me, but it was hard to tell at the time. He had dark brown, shaggy looking hair and a patchy goatee.
He appeared to be wearing his seat belt and the air bags had gone off when the Mustang hit the van. He looked like he was a little banged up but alive. I shoved my gun into my pants pocket and tried to pull open the passenger’s side door. I very slowly reached over to the driver and shoved his shoulder. He slumped over to the driver-side window and bumped his head on it. He didn’t appear to have been infected. His skin was still fleshy toned and he didn’t smell like the infected did either.
“Hey, buddy! Wake up!” I yelled at the unconscious driver.
I heard Matt starting to walk back and forth outside the vehicle.
“So is he alive? Because we need to go now!” exclaimed Matt.
I looked up and saw why Matt was concerned. We couldn’t see them when we approached because the cars at the mall were so tightly packed in the parking lot. It seemed as though they were coming from everywhere. The vicious mob of approaching corpses was darting out from between cars, from inside of businesses, and they were more than anxious to get to us. I reached over, unsnapped the driver’s seat belt, and dragged him out of the passenger’s side door. He was heavier than I was counting on. I dropped him on the ground just as I pulled him free.
“Wha...wha...what’s happening?” said the driver as he began to fade back into consciousness.
“Grab his legs. Get him in the back of the truck,” I yelled to Matt.
Matt grabbed the guy’s legs and lifted while I lifted the guy from under his arms. The man began to weakly kick his legs, causing Matt to lose his grip and drop the man’s legs. I dragged the guy to the back of the truck and opened the tailgate.
“They keys are still in the ignition! Get in and drive!” I hollered to Matt as I pulled the man into the bed of the truck and Matt fired two shots into the quickly advancing crowd.
Matt turned toward the truck and sprinted for the driver’s side. I pulled the tailgate and the camper window shut just before the first of them slammed into the side of the truck. I felt the body of the truck rock side to side, and I watched as some of them inched their way around the outside of the truck toward the camper widow.
“Get this thing moving Matt!”
“I got it. I got it,” yelled Matt.
Just as the truck jerked forward I heard the passenger’s side window shatter. I turned and saw several pairs of gray, rotting arms reaching into the window. Matt gunned the gas and all but one pair of the arms vanished from the window. The last set of arms had grabbed onto the inside of the cab and left the lower portion
“Waaaaaaaagghh!” “Screeeeeeech!” “BOOOM!”
Another vehicle had just come around the same corner we had, but he was going way too fast. In the rearview mirror we watched the Ford Mustang slam into the median just feet behind the truck. The black Ford didn’t make it over the concrete in one piece. Most of the exhaust system, the oil pan, and one of the front wheels were ripped off of the speeding car. A Dodge minivan was sitting just on the other side of the street and was broadsided by the flying car.
We both just stared at the wreck for a few moments, but neither of us moved. The driver of the vehicle appeared to be still inside but he wasn’t moving.
“We should check it out,” I said.
“He’s probably dead or, if not dead, infected,” said Matt.
“Then I’ll take care of it,” I said as I opened the door and pulled out the Glock.
I slowly walked toward the fresh accident, looking all around for more infected as I approached. I heard Matt get out of the truck and charge his shotgun. As I walked around to the passenger’s side of the vehicle, I could see the driver. He looked to be younger than me, but it was hard to tell at the time. He had dark brown, shaggy looking hair and a patchy goatee.
He appeared to be wearing his seat belt and the air bags had gone off when the Mustang hit the van. He looked like he was a little banged up but alive. I shoved my gun into my pants pocket and tried to pull open the passenger’s side door. I very slowly reached over to the driver and shoved his shoulder. He slumped over to the driver-side window and bumped his head on it. He didn’t appear to have been infected. His skin was still fleshy toned and he didn’t smell like the infected did either.
“Hey, buddy! Wake up!” I yelled at the unconscious driver.
I heard Matt starting to walk back and forth outside the vehicle.
“So is he alive? Because we need to go now!” exclaimed Matt.
I looked up and saw why Matt was concerned. We couldn’t see them when we approached because the cars at the mall were so tightly packed in the parking lot. It seemed as though they were coming from everywhere. The vicious mob of approaching corpses was darting out from between cars, from inside of businesses, and they were more than anxious to get to us. I reached over, unsnapped the driver’s seat belt, and dragged him out of the passenger’s side door. He was heavier than I was counting on. I dropped him on the ground just as I pulled him free.
“Wha...wha...what’s happening?” said the driver as he began to fade back into consciousness.
“Grab his legs. Get him in the back of the truck,” I yelled to Matt.
Matt grabbed the guy’s legs and lifted while I lifted the guy from under his arms. The man began to weakly kick his legs, causing Matt to lose his grip and drop the man’s legs. I dragged the guy to the back of the truck and opened the tailgate.
“They keys are still in the ignition! Get in and drive!” I hollered to Matt as I pulled the man into the bed of the truck and Matt fired two shots into the quickly advancing crowd.
Matt turned toward the truck and sprinted for the driver’s side. I pulled the tailgate and the camper window shut just before the first of them slammed into the side of the truck. I felt the body of the truck rock side to side, and I watched as some of them inched their way around the outside of the truck toward the camper widow.
“Get this thing moving Matt!”
“I got it. I got it,” yelled Matt.
Just as the truck jerked forward I heard the passenger’s side window shatter. I turned and saw several pairs of gray, rotting arms reaching into the window. Matt gunned the gas and all but one pair of the arms vanished from the window. The last set of arms had grabbed onto the inside of the cab and left the lower portion
Similar Books
