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really don't want to waste the bullet, buddy. So back
off!”
    “You!” said Norman,
pointing the crowbar at Angie. “You saw him! He attacked me! He
might have been turning into one of those things!”
    Martha gave a moaning cry
from the back seat of the wrecked car. “Norman!”
    Norman either didn't hear
or ignored her. He stepped toward Angie and Park. “Now give me the
car and we'll call it even.”
    “You're not making the
slightest little bit of fucking sense, asshole,” said
Park.
    “Fuck you!” yelled the man,
raising the crowbar and running at Park.
    “Get to the car!” yelled
Park to Angie. He moved to shoot. Angie moved to block Norman's
run. There was no way he was getting to her kids.
    “Norman!” shrieked Martha.
Norman stopped mid-run and frowned. He turned back to face the
wrecked car. “What the fuck is it, woman? I'm getting the car!
We're getting her to the doctor.”
    “She's dead! Your mother is
dead!” Martha yelled. The back door of the wrecked car was open.
She sat in the back seat with her legs out and feet on the road.
The much older woman, Angie guessed Norman's mother, lay across her
lap. Norman's mother was still.
    “What?” said
Norman.
    Martha was crying. “She
must have died in the wreck!”
    Norman took a faltering
step toward the wreck, then stopped. “Mom?”
    Norman's mother sat up and bit into Martha's
cheek. Martha gasped in surprise, then screamed. Blood, thick and
red, poured from her wound and down Norman's mother's face.
Norman's mother reared back, tearing free a long strip of flesh
from Martha's cheek. Martha shrieked, the muscles in her face
exposed and flexing. Norman's mother moaned greedily and
chewed.
    “Martha!” yelled Norman,
running back toward the wrecked car. Norman's mother leaned back up
and buried her wrinkled face into Martha's throat. Martha's shrieks
turned to gurgles. Norman's mother's head bobbed back and forth as
she chewed. Martha kicked and convulsed, blood and foamed saliva
dripping from her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her
head.
    “Martha! Mom!” Norman
yelled, stopping in the road and staring. “No!”
    “We gotta go,” said
Angie.
    “Fuck yeah we do,” said
Park.
    They turned back toward the car. Angie felt
a hand close on her ankle. Angie cried out in surprise. She twisted
her head around to see that Chuck had crawled across the pavement.
Or rather, his corpse had. He groaned and jerked at her leg. Angie
lost her balance and fell face forward onto the street.
    “Mom!” yelled Maylee,
opening the car door. She had her bat ready.
    “Stay in the car, Maylee!”
said Angie, lifting her head. She felt blood seeping from a split
lip. Maylee stayed where she stood, door open, but did not
approach.
    Chuck growled, tightening his grip on her
leg. Angie flipped over onto her back just in time to see Park
aiming the rifle for Chuck's head.
    “Don't do it!” she yelled.
“Don't waste the bullet! Just get him to let go!”
    “Fine, crazy-ass,” said
Park. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and kicked at Chuck's
arm. The kick was hard. Chuck shook from the impact but did not let
go. He moaned a wet, gurgling noise and tugged at Angie.
    “Fuck you, you fucking fuck
fucker!” said Park, kneeling. “Making me get down on my bad fucking
knee. Fuck!” He grabbed Chuck's hand and pried the fingers away
from Angie's leg.
    Angie scrambled to her feet. She ran the
back of her hand across her lip and scowled at the bright smear of
blood left behind. Park, still on his knees, wrestled with Chuck.
Chuck writhed his arms around and growled. Park struggled to keep
hold.
    “Keep him down!” yelled
Angie, looking around for a blunt weapon. None presented itself.
She saw that Norman had turned around. He stared at Chuck and Park.
His eyes were wide and he held the crowbar defensively.
    She gave Norman a look. “Fuck it,” she whispered.
She stepped over to Chuck and brought her foot up over his
forehead. She slammed down, pounding the