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Authors: Ricky Fleet, Christina Hargis Smith
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spitting and hissing at the dead. Kurt approached carefully and slammed the steel head of his hammer through the brains, killing them and allowing Honey to do what dogs have done since the dawn of time; chase poor cats. The frightened feline blazed down from its perch of safety in the tree and ran off in a ball of fur. Honey only ran a few feet in pursuit before returning obediently to Kurt’s side. She somehow knew that the old games were no longer played and looked up at him, waiting for their next move.
“Let’s get closer to the road and see what is going on,” Kurt said. The group navigated the small forest and stood under cover of the trees, shaded from view of the groups of zombies who were shuffling towards the faint siren song of the alarm. The alarm would have normally fallen silent but the dead must be hitting it, searching for sustenance and triggering it in a cycle that would cease with the dying battery. Watching patiently, the last of the corpses were gone from sight and the street was mostly clear. Those remaining had seen the cat go running past into a small cottage and pounded on the door.
“We go slowly. Stick to the middle of the road, away from the gardens. Try every car that we see,” Kurt instructed.
The attempted murder had worked in their favour, clearing the way for them to make it to the other side of the village. Kurt knew for a fact that if the zombies had not been drawn away they would have faced hundreds instead of a handful. They couldn’t possibly have fought them all and lived. Gloria kept a wary eye on their rear, watching for any movement or sign, either human or once human.
“Dad, what about that one?” Sam had spotted a Mitsubishi L200, a large pickup truck with rear seats and a flatbed to the rear. “It will carry us all. I can jump in the back with Braiden and the bags,” Sam suggested, thinking how cool it would be to sit there, the breeze running through his hair as the scenery passed in a blur.
“Go take a look,” Kurt told him and the boys ran off as the rest of the group kept them covered after seeing the trails of blood that led from the vehicle. Sam returned with a set of keys, smiling broadly and jangling them at the group. He frowned when he saw the look on their faces, why were they not happy? Then he caught sight of the keychain and the picture that hung from it, a smiling family; mother, father, and two beautiful blonde girls seated before a fake background in a professional photography studio.
“Oh, sorry,” Sam said, lowering them and feeling rotten.
“Don’t be, mate, it’s how things are now,” John answered.
Kurt gave him a quick hug before taking the keys and stepping around the congealed mess. There must have been a hell of a spillage for it to not have washed away in the weather they had been experiencing. They unclipped the rear shelf that acted as a protective cover for the flatbed and placed it to the ground, trying to keep quiet. They climbed in, thoughts of the family that had been dragged from the metal tomb fresh in their minds. Sam, Braiden, and Honey jumped into the back and covered themselves with a couple of the blankets they had taken before fleeing.
“What route shall we take, the motorway or back roads?” Kurt asked, knowing that neither would be an easy option.
“Head to the overpass, we can see what it looks like before committing to one or the other,” Peter suggested.
“Good idea, buckle up.” Kurt started the engine and drove slowly ; slaloming between cars and mounting the pavement where he needed to pass a crash scene or multiple vehicles.
The abundance of mindless flesh eaters increased as they got further from the alarm, they daren’t stop or they would be quickly surrounded and the fate of the key chain family played through Kurt’s mind again. He slowed while passing the local One-Stop grocery store, though they had become the sole focus of far too many zombies to do a quick stop. Honey was leaning out
“Let’s get closer to the road and see what is going on,” Kurt said. The group navigated the small forest and stood under cover of the trees, shaded from view of the groups of zombies who were shuffling towards the faint siren song of the alarm. The alarm would have normally fallen silent but the dead must be hitting it, searching for sustenance and triggering it in a cycle that would cease with the dying battery. Watching patiently, the last of the corpses were gone from sight and the street was mostly clear. Those remaining had seen the cat go running past into a small cottage and pounded on the door.
“We go slowly. Stick to the middle of the road, away from the gardens. Try every car that we see,” Kurt instructed.
The attempted murder had worked in their favour, clearing the way for them to make it to the other side of the village. Kurt knew for a fact that if the zombies had not been drawn away they would have faced hundreds instead of a handful. They couldn’t possibly have fought them all and lived. Gloria kept a wary eye on their rear, watching for any movement or sign, either human or once human.
“Dad, what about that one?” Sam had spotted a Mitsubishi L200, a large pickup truck with rear seats and a flatbed to the rear. “It will carry us all. I can jump in the back with Braiden and the bags,” Sam suggested, thinking how cool it would be to sit there, the breeze running through his hair as the scenery passed in a blur.
“Go take a look,” Kurt told him and the boys ran off as the rest of the group kept them covered after seeing the trails of blood that led from the vehicle. Sam returned with a set of keys, smiling broadly and jangling them at the group. He frowned when he saw the look on their faces, why were they not happy? Then he caught sight of the keychain and the picture that hung from it, a smiling family; mother, father, and two beautiful blonde girls seated before a fake background in a professional photography studio.
“Oh, sorry,” Sam said, lowering them and feeling rotten.
“Don’t be, mate, it’s how things are now,” John answered.
Kurt gave him a quick hug before taking the keys and stepping around the congealed mess. There must have been a hell of a spillage for it to not have washed away in the weather they had been experiencing. They unclipped the rear shelf that acted as a protective cover for the flatbed and placed it to the ground, trying to keep quiet. They climbed in, thoughts of the family that had been dragged from the metal tomb fresh in their minds. Sam, Braiden, and Honey jumped into the back and covered themselves with a couple of the blankets they had taken before fleeing.
“What route shall we take, the motorway or back roads?” Kurt asked, knowing that neither would be an easy option.
“Head to the overpass, we can see what it looks like before committing to one or the other,” Peter suggested.
“Good idea, buckle up.” Kurt started the engine and drove slowly ; slaloming between cars and mounting the pavement where he needed to pass a crash scene or multiple vehicles.
The abundance of mindless flesh eaters increased as they got further from the alarm, they daren’t stop or they would be quickly surrounded and the fate of the key chain family played through Kurt’s mind again. He slowed while passing the local One-Stop grocery store, though they had become the sole focus of far too many zombies to do a quick stop. Honey was leaning out
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