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body that had wormed its way from underneath a nearby vehicle.
It wasn't until he felt the bite of teeth that Ken snapped to attention.
Ken screamed in pain, yanking his arm from the rabid creature's mouth. The new tire bounced off the pavement, and he lunged for the tire iron, but it was just out of reach. The creature hurled itself at him again. It looked like the thing's legs had been crushed, probably from a previous accident. He was barely able to avoid its snapping jaws before it bowled him over onto the pavement.
Ken let loose a scream.
He used his forearm to protect his face and concentrated on reaching the tire iron, which was five feet from where he'd fallen. He slid sideways on the asphalt, bringing the creature with him. The thing's eyes were a deep black, its face stained with grease.
The tire iron got closer. Then closer still.
He reached out with his free hand, his fingers scraping the ground. He could feel the veins pulsing in his neck and forehead, and he prayed he could fend the thing off for another few seconds. If he could just get to the—
Ken snagged the tire iron, hefting it in the air. He brought it down on the creature's forehead, delivering a heavy blow onto its skull. The thing shook with the force of the impact. He raised the tire iron and struck it again, then again, each time hitting it harder, trying to wriggle free.
He felt the thing's hands loosen, then recede, and before he knew it, the thing had stopped moving. He threw it off of him.
Ken got to his feet, his arm throbbing from where he'd been bitten. He studied the gash—a puncture wound on his forearm. The creature had broken the skin. Blood flowed from jagged bite marks. The thing's teeth were cracked, probably from gnawing on its previous victims.
Things could've been worse. The injury, though painful, didn't appear to be severe.
Ken stared at the dead creature, taking in its frightening appearance. In the midst of the attack, he'd only gotten a cursory glance. The thing was an emaciated-looking man with a shaved head, a bloodstained goatee, and a torn outfit. Ken glanced around the highway. The fact that he hadn't seen or heard it was cause for concern. His guess was that it'd been lurking underneath one of the vehicles.
He bent down, ensuring there were no more surprises, and then ducked back into the vehicle. To his relief, there was a first aid kit in the glove box. It looked like it'd been torn open and used, but luckily there was still enough gauze, bandages, and alcohol to clean the wound. Once he'd wrapped himself up, he returned to the road to finish the tire. Before he got to work, he dragged the lifeless body of the creature about ten feet away, where it was out of reach, but in plain view.
He no longer trusted anything.
When he was satisfied, he resumed working on the tire.
Chapter Thirteen
The screaming outside had stopped, but that didn't make Isaac feel any better.
"We should go out there," he said, almost without thinking. "See if we can help her."
Scotty looked at him as if he were a lunatic. "Are you kidding me? You couldn't pay me to go out there. Not with all that screeching and groaning."
Isaac resumed listening. He'd been so focused on the screaming that he'd almost tuned out the sounds around it. In just a few minutes, the city had come alive, and it was now brimming with wails and clatters, like a holiday parade gone sour.
Although he'd felt safe a few moments before, Isaac was starting to feel less secure in the tattoo shop. Ferris straightened at the window, his face creased with worry. The others had startled awake. They glanced around the room, confused, as if the world were a meal and they were still digesting it.
The scream came again, and Isaac made for the window. He gripped the gun he'd been given and glanced out, certain he'd see the girl in question.
But the parking lot was as desolate as they'd left it. The only things he saw were curbs and empty cars and a few
It wasn't until he felt the bite of teeth that Ken snapped to attention.
Ken screamed in pain, yanking his arm from the rabid creature's mouth. The new tire bounced off the pavement, and he lunged for the tire iron, but it was just out of reach. The creature hurled itself at him again. It looked like the thing's legs had been crushed, probably from a previous accident. He was barely able to avoid its snapping jaws before it bowled him over onto the pavement.
Ken let loose a scream.
He used his forearm to protect his face and concentrated on reaching the tire iron, which was five feet from where he'd fallen. He slid sideways on the asphalt, bringing the creature with him. The thing's eyes were a deep black, its face stained with grease.
The tire iron got closer. Then closer still.
He reached out with his free hand, his fingers scraping the ground. He could feel the veins pulsing in his neck and forehead, and he prayed he could fend the thing off for another few seconds. If he could just get to the—
Ken snagged the tire iron, hefting it in the air. He brought it down on the creature's forehead, delivering a heavy blow onto its skull. The thing shook with the force of the impact. He raised the tire iron and struck it again, then again, each time hitting it harder, trying to wriggle free.
He felt the thing's hands loosen, then recede, and before he knew it, the thing had stopped moving. He threw it off of him.
Ken got to his feet, his arm throbbing from where he'd been bitten. He studied the gash—a puncture wound on his forearm. The creature had broken the skin. Blood flowed from jagged bite marks. The thing's teeth were cracked, probably from gnawing on its previous victims.
Things could've been worse. The injury, though painful, didn't appear to be severe.
Ken stared at the dead creature, taking in its frightening appearance. In the midst of the attack, he'd only gotten a cursory glance. The thing was an emaciated-looking man with a shaved head, a bloodstained goatee, and a torn outfit. Ken glanced around the highway. The fact that he hadn't seen or heard it was cause for concern. His guess was that it'd been lurking underneath one of the vehicles.
He bent down, ensuring there were no more surprises, and then ducked back into the vehicle. To his relief, there was a first aid kit in the glove box. It looked like it'd been torn open and used, but luckily there was still enough gauze, bandages, and alcohol to clean the wound. Once he'd wrapped himself up, he returned to the road to finish the tire. Before he got to work, he dragged the lifeless body of the creature about ten feet away, where it was out of reach, but in plain view.
He no longer trusted anything.
When he was satisfied, he resumed working on the tire.
Chapter Thirteen
The screaming outside had stopped, but that didn't make Isaac feel any better.
"We should go out there," he said, almost without thinking. "See if we can help her."
Scotty looked at him as if he were a lunatic. "Are you kidding me? You couldn't pay me to go out there. Not with all that screeching and groaning."
Isaac resumed listening. He'd been so focused on the screaming that he'd almost tuned out the sounds around it. In just a few minutes, the city had come alive, and it was now brimming with wails and clatters, like a holiday parade gone sour.
Although he'd felt safe a few moments before, Isaac was starting to feel less secure in the tattoo shop. Ferris straightened at the window, his face creased with worry. The others had startled awake. They glanced around the room, confused, as if the world were a meal and they were still digesting it.
The scream came again, and Isaac made for the window. He gripped the gun he'd been given and glanced out, certain he'd see the girl in question.
But the parking lot was as desolate as they'd left it. The only things he saw were curbs and empty cars and a few
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