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but the kind that would blow your brains out if you tried holding it. Everyone froze and held their breath, their eyes fixed on the zombie horde still wreaking havoc below. One by one, they began turning their heads in Ben’s direction. One by one, they began their staggering limp towards the men.
“Run!” Jake said as he grabbed Ben’s shoulder. They jumped to their feet and ran, sliding and falling down the hill. At this rate, they would make it back to the house way before the swarm of deadheads. If they were having a hard time staying upright, they knew the zombies would too. But the fact remained: they now knew the location of fresh meat, and they wouldn’t stop until they had it.
* * *
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” Mike muttered as he tore through the kitchen and past the two ladies. They watched him run by and up the stairs, then slowly turned to each other. They dropped the plates they were holding and were about to start outside when the other three men rushed through the door. Ben slammed it shut as Jake and Zack continued through the house.
“We have to go, now ,” he said as he grabbed Kyra and Nancy by the elbows.
“What’s happening?” Kyra asked while Nancy turned on her heel and raced up the stairs after Jake.
“They’re coming,” was all he had to say to get her moving. Everyone had emergency bags already packed and ready to go by the front door. The truck and Jeep were loaded. They just had to grab the weapons and get to the vehicles. He and Jake had stayed up late the night before planning their route to Kasey’s, then a little extra time planning back-up routes. The official Plan called for them to stay at Nancy’s another week, but there was always room for exceptions.
Ben and Kyra found their handguns in the living room and fastened the holsters onto their belts. They hurried to the front door and waited as they listened to the sounds of running upstairs. Ben cracked the door open and could hear faint moaning coming from behind the house. He stepped out onto the porch and could see the first zombie head come bobbing into view over the horizon. He shut the door and rushed over to the stairs.
“Hurry up. We need to move now!” he shouted.
“Okay, okay. Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Jake said. He strode down the steps easily, carrying both his and his grandma’s weapons. Zack followed closely behind with Mike bringing up the rear. Nancy moved to the table and started putting food into plastic zip-lock bags.
“We need to go, Grandma,” Jake said. The others had gathered at the front door, bags and weapons in hand.
“Yes I know, this will only take a second. No one has eaten yet.” She finished putting together the take-out breakfast and hurried alongside Jake.
“Are we ready?” Ben asked with his hand on the doorknob. Everyone nodded. He opened the door and they all rushed quietly to their designated vehicles. Ben would be driving Bill’s truck and would be accompanied by Kyra and Mike. Jake would be driving his own Jeep and would have Nancy and Zack with him. Jake would take the lead and Ben would follow.
The first row of zombies were sliding and falling down the hill just as Jake led the way down the driveway. He was driving like hell and Ben was doing all he could to keep up with him. The suspension on the old truck was shot and the gravel road was bouncing them all over the seat. He turned on the CB and yelled at Jake.
“Hey slow it down man! You know these aren’t mutants with superhuman speed!” he said while making a sharp left at the end of the drive. The tires squealed and Kyra toppled over onto Mike. Thanks to Kasey’s foresight, they had also snagged a CB radio from the pawn store next to the gun shop and installed it in Jake’s Jeep the day before.
“Just tryin’ to get some distance between us and the welcoming committee, dear.” Jake could be a real smartass sometimes and Ben laughed in spite of himself. They began the trip
“Run!” Jake said as he grabbed Ben’s shoulder. They jumped to their feet and ran, sliding and falling down the hill. At this rate, they would make it back to the house way before the swarm of deadheads. If they were having a hard time staying upright, they knew the zombies would too. But the fact remained: they now knew the location of fresh meat, and they wouldn’t stop until they had it.
* * *
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” Mike muttered as he tore through the kitchen and past the two ladies. They watched him run by and up the stairs, then slowly turned to each other. They dropped the plates they were holding and were about to start outside when the other three men rushed through the door. Ben slammed it shut as Jake and Zack continued through the house.
“We have to go, now ,” he said as he grabbed Kyra and Nancy by the elbows.
“What’s happening?” Kyra asked while Nancy turned on her heel and raced up the stairs after Jake.
“They’re coming,” was all he had to say to get her moving. Everyone had emergency bags already packed and ready to go by the front door. The truck and Jeep were loaded. They just had to grab the weapons and get to the vehicles. He and Jake had stayed up late the night before planning their route to Kasey’s, then a little extra time planning back-up routes. The official Plan called for them to stay at Nancy’s another week, but there was always room for exceptions.
Ben and Kyra found their handguns in the living room and fastened the holsters onto their belts. They hurried to the front door and waited as they listened to the sounds of running upstairs. Ben cracked the door open and could hear faint moaning coming from behind the house. He stepped out onto the porch and could see the first zombie head come bobbing into view over the horizon. He shut the door and rushed over to the stairs.
“Hurry up. We need to move now!” he shouted.
“Okay, okay. Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Jake said. He strode down the steps easily, carrying both his and his grandma’s weapons. Zack followed closely behind with Mike bringing up the rear. Nancy moved to the table and started putting food into plastic zip-lock bags.
“We need to go, Grandma,” Jake said. The others had gathered at the front door, bags and weapons in hand.
“Yes I know, this will only take a second. No one has eaten yet.” She finished putting together the take-out breakfast and hurried alongside Jake.
“Are we ready?” Ben asked with his hand on the doorknob. Everyone nodded. He opened the door and they all rushed quietly to their designated vehicles. Ben would be driving Bill’s truck and would be accompanied by Kyra and Mike. Jake would be driving his own Jeep and would have Nancy and Zack with him. Jake would take the lead and Ben would follow.
The first row of zombies were sliding and falling down the hill just as Jake led the way down the driveway. He was driving like hell and Ben was doing all he could to keep up with him. The suspension on the old truck was shot and the gravel road was bouncing them all over the seat. He turned on the CB and yelled at Jake.
“Hey slow it down man! You know these aren’t mutants with superhuman speed!” he said while making a sharp left at the end of the drive. The tires squealed and Kyra toppled over onto Mike. Thanks to Kasey’s foresight, they had also snagged a CB radio from the pawn store next to the gun shop and installed it in Jake’s Jeep the day before.
“Just tryin’ to get some distance between us and the welcoming committee, dear.” Jake could be a real smartass sometimes and Ben laughed in spite of himself. They began the trip
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