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scalp as it did so. I called out in pain, screaming for Reagan’s help. As I was being knocked off balance and drug to the ground, I craned my neck back to see what used to be a teenage boy coming in for a bite of my head. I threw my hand back and grabbed a handful of the thing’s hair and threw my other hand upward. My knife made contact with his forehead, bringing his lifeless corpse down onto my face and body.
    I felt like I was suffocating from the weight of the dead flesh crushing me into the concrete. I could hear screaming for me as I fought to get back up on my feet. I felt hands grab onto the arms and torso of the corpse, scratching my body in the process. I didn’t mind it if it meant I was going to be free from this death trap.
    Sunlight blinded me temporarily as the body was thrown up onto the truck bed and someone grabbed my arm. I was yanked up to my feet as I screamed out in pain again. I felt the pop and pull of my shoulder dislocating. It hung limply as I stood there staring Brantley and Reagan down, barely moving to avoid further pain. I gritted my teeth and flung myself around to face the barricades. They were all about five car lengths away now and time was quickly running out.
    I rushed back to the bed of the truck and signaled for Reagan to follow. Brantley came around the backside and, in his hurry to reach the driver’s side door, tripped over his own feet as we jumped into the bed. I stood up straight as everything seemed to slow down. I took it all in at once: the horde bearing down on us, Brantley on the ground in pain, his apparently broken wrist from breaking his fall, and Reagan yelling for me to get in the driver’s seat and leave him behind. And just as quickly, everything returned to normal speed again. I kicked it into high gear to fix the problem. No one would be left behind on my watch.
    I jumped out of the truck and hit the pavement running, completely ignoring the pain radiating through my shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?! Are you insane?!” she yelled after me as she glanced at the undead that had almost reached us. I bent down at Brantley and pulled him to his feet. Shoving him to the cab of the truck, I ran to get back to safety with Reagan. He needed to get his ass in gear.
    With the slam of the door and the bounce of the shocks as I hopped back into the bed, we were spinning tires and turning around. The zombies grasped at all they could find: the wheel, the bed rail, the still open tailgate, and the corners of the bumper. “Grab all you can!” I called out to Reagan as I pulled a female zombie into the bed with me and ended her miserable life quickly. Reagan followed suit and we quickly racked up bodies to take home.
    We pulled off down the side streets with the pedal to the floor. We needed to get as far from the mass of zombies as we could so they didn’t catch us at the hotel. Looking down at our catch, I was ashamed. We always brought back more than this. It was getting too tough for us to protect ourselves now. We needed to move or something. This place was getting harder to upkeep. We would die here in the next year before salvation even came for us. I shook my head to clear it of all thought. That was a fight for another day. Now wasn’t the time.
    “Is this enough?” Reagan broke through my thoughts. She gestured to the eight or so bodies lying at our feet. I shrugged and turned my attention to the buildings as we passed. Something wasn’t right. Where were all the zombies that usually inhabited the area? Nothing walked by the windows, nothing was on the streets save a few bodies. We needed more bodies, but not if there weren’t any zombies around. I scratched my head and glanced at her. She was watching me, puzzled, as I took in a deep, shaky breath. She nodded and I knew she understood what I had been thinking. She knew what I knew, noticed what I did. She had realized that their behavior had become more and more erratic. The only thing we could do