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Authors: Robert Schobernd
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other end of the huge store. Several milled about slowly and most appeared to be quiet. I turned to Kira. "Let's walk toward the truck casually, and hope they don't notice us until we're close to it. When they react, or if more come out the front of the store, run like hell for the driver's door. You get in first and I'll be right behind you.
My M-14 was slung on my left shoulder, the Glock in my right hand. I held the key fob in my left hand against the sling. I guessed we were a little more than two hundred feet from the truck. Even that short distance would seem like a mile if the zombies saw us and gave chase.
I eased around the corner and walked quickly with medium steps straight toward our maroon colored truck. After we'd gone only twenty feet, the undead at the end of the building turned toward us and moaned louder as they moved in our direction. The slow movers shuffled along and began to shriek shrilly. Softly I said, "Now. Run like hell." I stayed in front of Kira but listened for her footsteps close behind me. To our left, more zombies swarmed from the store's front entrance amid shrill cries.
We closed on the truck and I hoped we'd reach it first, but it would be close. If we weren't first, we were dead. From twenty feet away, I hit the fob button and saw the truck's lights flash once. At the fender, I stopped to let Kira pass by me. A fast zombie was twenty feet away. I blasted it twice and it fell. Two more fast ones took its place and they fell to the fire of my gun. I swung around the open truck door, tossed the rifle in to Kira butt first and lunged up and onto the seat. I grabbed the armrest and pulled the door shut with all my strength as Kira screamed. A split second before the door slammed shut, a frail, young looking, recently dead, full bodied, zombie grabbed the edge of the door. The door slammed shut with enough force to rock the truck cab. Above new scratching and pounding noises I heard the zombie's bones crush. Screeching, moaning zombies swarmed the truck, pounding on the sheet metal and the glass. The door held shut as I fumbled to get my electronic key into the ignition port. The engine started instantly with the throaty roar of a big bore diesel.
At least a dozen zombies stood at the hood and fenders pounding and clawing the metal while two attempted to climb up onto the slippery hood in ungainly moves.
I yanked the gearshift lever into drive as I heard a power window lower. A zombie stood at the passenger door furiously banging its eyeless, moldy skull against the glass. I watched the window drop three inches and stop. Kira stuck the barrel of her pistol through the opening and blasted the creature trying to attack her, and then she quickly emptied the magazine at other undead before she raised the glass.
The engine raced as I fed it fuel and the truck and trailer surged through the swarm of undead. The truck lurched as it passed over decaying bodies and I felt the trailer hitch tug against the ball connector when it rolled and jostled over them. Our speed increased until the horde of undead was a block behind us, but still they ran to catch up. The one with its fingers caught in my door was still with us, dragged along beside of the truck.
Many blocks from Sportsman's Paradise, I slowed toward a car that was parked on the opposite side of the street. I swerved hard to the left and brought the truck to a crawl. The front fender was inches from the car as we crept forward. The rotting zombie moaned loudly and clawed at the glass with its left hand. It was caught between the two vehicles. The truck edged forward an inch at a time. The decayed torso and limbs were ripped apart as the truck crawled alongside the car. I stopped and backed up before the trailer's fender hit the car. When we were in a safer area I opened the door and brushed the zombie's remains away from the door and doorframe.
Kira had been reticent since we'd left the store. I glance at her. Tears ran down her flushed
My M-14 was slung on my left shoulder, the Glock in my right hand. I held the key fob in my left hand against the sling. I guessed we were a little more than two hundred feet from the truck. Even that short distance would seem like a mile if the zombies saw us and gave chase.
I eased around the corner and walked quickly with medium steps straight toward our maroon colored truck. After we'd gone only twenty feet, the undead at the end of the building turned toward us and moaned louder as they moved in our direction. The slow movers shuffled along and began to shriek shrilly. Softly I said, "Now. Run like hell." I stayed in front of Kira but listened for her footsteps close behind me. To our left, more zombies swarmed from the store's front entrance amid shrill cries.
We closed on the truck and I hoped we'd reach it first, but it would be close. If we weren't first, we were dead. From twenty feet away, I hit the fob button and saw the truck's lights flash once. At the fender, I stopped to let Kira pass by me. A fast zombie was twenty feet away. I blasted it twice and it fell. Two more fast ones took its place and they fell to the fire of my gun. I swung around the open truck door, tossed the rifle in to Kira butt first and lunged up and onto the seat. I grabbed the armrest and pulled the door shut with all my strength as Kira screamed. A split second before the door slammed shut, a frail, young looking, recently dead, full bodied, zombie grabbed the edge of the door. The door slammed shut with enough force to rock the truck cab. Above new scratching and pounding noises I heard the zombie's bones crush. Screeching, moaning zombies swarmed the truck, pounding on the sheet metal and the glass. The door held shut as I fumbled to get my electronic key into the ignition port. The engine started instantly with the throaty roar of a big bore diesel.
At least a dozen zombies stood at the hood and fenders pounding and clawing the metal while two attempted to climb up onto the slippery hood in ungainly moves.
I yanked the gearshift lever into drive as I heard a power window lower. A zombie stood at the passenger door furiously banging its eyeless, moldy skull against the glass. I watched the window drop three inches and stop. Kira stuck the barrel of her pistol through the opening and blasted the creature trying to attack her, and then she quickly emptied the magazine at other undead before she raised the glass.
The engine raced as I fed it fuel and the truck and trailer surged through the swarm of undead. The truck lurched as it passed over decaying bodies and I felt the trailer hitch tug against the ball connector when it rolled and jostled over them. Our speed increased until the horde of undead was a block behind us, but still they ran to catch up. The one with its fingers caught in my door was still with us, dragged along beside of the truck.
Many blocks from Sportsman's Paradise, I slowed toward a car that was parked on the opposite side of the street. I swerved hard to the left and brought the truck to a crawl. The front fender was inches from the car as we crept forward. The rotting zombie moaned loudly and clawed at the glass with its left hand. It was caught between the two vehicles. The truck edged forward an inch at a time. The decayed torso and limbs were ripped apart as the truck crawled alongside the car. I stopped and backed up before the trailer's fender hit the car. When we were in a safer area I opened the door and brushed the zombie's remains away from the door and doorframe.
Kira had been reticent since we'd left the store. I glance at her. Tears ran down her flushed
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