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hostages,” he raises his voice. “Now, you there, you have two options. You can join the party now, unarmed of course, and I promise my pet here won’t eat you. Or you can watch this zombie tear your friends apart limb by limb. Both ways I get to enjoy the view. Dinner and a show, that’s living, am I right?”
    “What you want with us? Why are you doing this?” I yell, hoping against hope that Mrs. Terrence has moved to safety.
    “Willing to negotiate now, huh? How cute.” He cracks a hoarse laugh. “Takes a special kind of person to come here alone, without a plan or backup, and demand things. Hey, you may not have many brains, but you more than compensate that with guts.”
    While he babbles, I move back to the body of the first driver and my weapon bag. “Just get to the point.”
    “Sure thing, honey. I want the Professor. Bald, British, carrying a metal briefcase. I want the guy and the hand luggage.”
    I have no clue what he’s talking about, but the longer he talks, the better for me. “Why?”
    “Because I made him a promise, you see. But he ran off before I could keep my word. And that’s just not fair. So, point me in his direction, and I’ll free your friends from the clutches of death.”
    Quickly, I search for a full clip for my Sig. “That’s nice of you, but I have no clue where this guy is.” I reload the gun. “So how about you just leave and we call it quits.”
    “Yeah, I’m not buying that. Instead, I think I’m going to shoot the nerd in the head, and show you I mean business. How about it?”
    I lean from my hiding spot and watch the man with the star grab Danny by the collar and place a gun over his head.
    “No! You stop this now!” Mrs. Terrence’s voice echoes on the street. She gets up on the roof and reveals herself. “I know where the Professor is. Just leave him alone.”
    The gunman laughs and claps. “Why, hello there, Mrs. Sniper. Two gals, fighting for their town. Thelma and Louise in the flesh.”
    With a groan, I move toward the front of the truck, still hidden from view. From this angle I realize the guy holding the chain is gone, instead the infected is tied to the truck’s bumper.
    Shit. He was stalling me too. Where is he now?
    “Okay, lady. Where’s the professor? I don’t have all night.”
    Mrs. Terrence hesitates for too long. The other soldier shows up behind her and tackles her to the ground. Danny grunts below the duct tape covering his mouth. I curse under my breath as he tosses Mrs. Terrence on his back and disappears. One-on-one. This is it. My last chance.
    “One down, one left. Still thinking you can fool me?” The leader laughs. “Come at me, girl.”
    I get up and raise my gun. “Gladly.” My shot almost hits him, but he rolls over before it does. I jump over the hood of the truck and shoot again. I need him moving, with no time to stop and aim.
    He runs and opens one of the truck’s doors for cover, but the vehicle is too high and exposes his feet. I shoot on the ground, almost hitting his right foot. I shoot again. And again.
    “Fuck! Tomahawk, get your fat ass here.”
    While reloading, I spot the other man carrying Mrs. Terrence, but before I can do anything about that, the guy with the red star starts shooting. But not at me. He shoots at the infected’s chain.
    One. Two. Three times. The chain breaks.
    I bolt as fast I as can, tossing my body against the man with no arms before he can reach my mother’s kneeling form. We fall on the pavement. The smell of rotten meat and the taste of metallic blood hits me like a thousand bricks. A little dizzy, I get up and aim my gun at the man’s head.
    Someone kicks me in the back, pulling me by the hair. “Come here, you,” the leader whispers. “Time to end this bullshit rescue. Damn, you even took the bulletproof vest. You work fast.”
    His gun stings the back of my head. On my side, Tomahawk throws Mrs. Terrence on the ground. She has her eyes closed, but quickly blinks at me to