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Authors: Jay Brenham
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and pulled his eyes away from the body of the infected man to look at himself. There was blood spattered along his forearms and the front of his shirt.
A noise at the window made him look up. It was Jenna, waiting for someone to take the baby so she could climb out. Eric was standing a short distance away, still looking shocked.
“I’ve gotta get the keys from Taylor,” Matt said. “Their only chance is if I can bring the car around.” Eric took the baby while Jenna jumped out. They headed toward the sound of gunfire. Eric pulled the knife from the infected man as he passed by, wiping the blade on the back of the dead man’s shirt while trying not to look at him.
Remembering how Taylor had stopped the other officer from charging into the emergency room, Matt paused before rounding the corner.
“Taylor, it’s us. We’re coming around,” he called. “Don’t shoot.”
There was a shout of agreement and Matt stuck his head around the corner. Taylor and Steve were holding back the horde in a large bus loop used for dropping kids off at school.
Taylor was reloading again while Steve covered him.
“Give me the keys and I’ll start the car,” Matt yelled at Taylor’s back.
Taylor turned long enough to toss the keys in Matt’s general direction and Matt snatched them out of the air.
The patrol car was fifty yards behind them and the three of them sprinted towards it, not bothering to move stealthily. There were infected nearby but the sound of gunfire had drawn their attention to Taylor and Steve.
Matt unlocked the back so Eric, Jenna and the baby could pile into the backseat. Taylor and Steve were still holding the infected horde at bay when Matt drove to them. A halo of dead bodies littered the ground around Steve and Taylor, but a wave of infected still threatened and their gunfire was only attracting more. Matt could see them at the far end of the street that ran in front of the elementary school: distant figures moving rapidly in their direction.
Steve had just turned toward the sound of the car when an infected woman collided with his side. She was wearing a black crop top that exposed her pregnant belly, a picture of a clown fetus was painted on the skin of her stomach in black and white. The woman’s face was also painted: white except for a series of black stitches that extended from either side of her mouth in a demonic smile.
At the same moment a hulking infected man grabbed Steve from behind.
Not having a clean shot, Taylor let go of his AR-15, allowing its sling to hold it as he pulled out his baton. He snapped the baton open and struck the huge infected man at the base of the neck. On a regular human being this might have been a disabling strike, but the infected man just turned and pulled Taylor to the ground. On the far side of the bus loop, a group of infected were running in their direction.
Taylor hit the ground beneath the hulking infected man, his head and fist striking the pavement hard. At the same moment, the pregnant Juggalette took a large bite out of Steve’s tricep.
Steve had the woman by the hair, trying to keep her from biting him again. With his other hand he pulled his handgun from its holster and pointed it at the Juggalette’s throat. There was a loud report and a red spray misted out of the back of her neck. Steve pushed her limp body to the side and it fell against the concrete.
Two more infected had almost reached Taylor and Steve, but Matt angled the patrol car at them, hitting them with the push bumper and driving over them.
Taylor could do little against the hulking infected. All the hulking infected man had to do was hold him until other infected arrived. His baton wasn’t much good at such close range and his AR-15 was too large to get between them. He pushed one of the man’s hands to one side, pinning it between the pavement and his own back. The infected man swung at him with his other hand and Taylor shifted to the side, grabbing the man’s wrist and
A noise at the window made him look up. It was Jenna, waiting for someone to take the baby so she could climb out. Eric was standing a short distance away, still looking shocked.
“I’ve gotta get the keys from Taylor,” Matt said. “Their only chance is if I can bring the car around.” Eric took the baby while Jenna jumped out. They headed toward the sound of gunfire. Eric pulled the knife from the infected man as he passed by, wiping the blade on the back of the dead man’s shirt while trying not to look at him.
Remembering how Taylor had stopped the other officer from charging into the emergency room, Matt paused before rounding the corner.
“Taylor, it’s us. We’re coming around,” he called. “Don’t shoot.”
There was a shout of agreement and Matt stuck his head around the corner. Taylor and Steve were holding back the horde in a large bus loop used for dropping kids off at school.
Taylor was reloading again while Steve covered him.
“Give me the keys and I’ll start the car,” Matt yelled at Taylor’s back.
Taylor turned long enough to toss the keys in Matt’s general direction and Matt snatched them out of the air.
The patrol car was fifty yards behind them and the three of them sprinted towards it, not bothering to move stealthily. There were infected nearby but the sound of gunfire had drawn their attention to Taylor and Steve.
Matt unlocked the back so Eric, Jenna and the baby could pile into the backseat. Taylor and Steve were still holding the infected horde at bay when Matt drove to them. A halo of dead bodies littered the ground around Steve and Taylor, but a wave of infected still threatened and their gunfire was only attracting more. Matt could see them at the far end of the street that ran in front of the elementary school: distant figures moving rapidly in their direction.
Steve had just turned toward the sound of the car when an infected woman collided with his side. She was wearing a black crop top that exposed her pregnant belly, a picture of a clown fetus was painted on the skin of her stomach in black and white. The woman’s face was also painted: white except for a series of black stitches that extended from either side of her mouth in a demonic smile.
At the same moment a hulking infected man grabbed Steve from behind.
Not having a clean shot, Taylor let go of his AR-15, allowing its sling to hold it as he pulled out his baton. He snapped the baton open and struck the huge infected man at the base of the neck. On a regular human being this might have been a disabling strike, but the infected man just turned and pulled Taylor to the ground. On the far side of the bus loop, a group of infected were running in their direction.
Taylor hit the ground beneath the hulking infected man, his head and fist striking the pavement hard. At the same moment, the pregnant Juggalette took a large bite out of Steve’s tricep.
Steve had the woman by the hair, trying to keep her from biting him again. With his other hand he pulled his handgun from its holster and pointed it at the Juggalette’s throat. There was a loud report and a red spray misted out of the back of her neck. Steve pushed her limp body to the side and it fell against the concrete.
Two more infected had almost reached Taylor and Steve, but Matt angled the patrol car at them, hitting them with the push bumper and driving over them.
Taylor could do little against the hulking infected. All the hulking infected man had to do was hold him until other infected arrived. His baton wasn’t much good at such close range and his AR-15 was too large to get between them. He pushed one of the man’s hands to one side, pinning it between the pavement and his own back. The infected man swung at him with his other hand and Taylor shifted to the side, grabbing the man’s wrist and
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