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pulled out  one of his weapons from his bag inside of the truck. It was a make-shift melee weapon he made from taking the metal camera stands and tapping them together. He basically made a very hard metal staff out of it. If he could put some distance between those things and himself, he would be happy. The closer they were, the less he felt safe. And what he needed right now was to feel safe.
    One of the undead made it to the group before the others. He came  through the bushes next to the tree where the truck had crashed. It was a good thing that Ian had gone back to retrieve his weapon or they might never have noticed it coming. Ian pressed his back foot firmer into the ground and held his staff out in front of him. He held it sideways so that he could spin it easily if he needed too. He remembered playing with cane poles as a kid. How he would pretend he was a sith from Star Wars, weilding a giant double sided laser staff. He practiced every day so, he felt comfortable in using this homemade weapon.
    Ian quickly snapped the rods of metal towards the undead’s head. As the two collided, there was a very loud and cringe worthy snap. The undead hit the ground. It’s dirty face was laying down in the dirt but, you didn’t have to see it’s face to notice the giant crater missing from it’s forehead. Globs of congealed blood had already started ozzing out of the side of it’s head.
    Ian snapped the end of his staff to clean the blood off of it. He did this as he noticed another thing stumbeling towards him. He ran up to it using the rods as a javelin. Although he never let go of the giant rod. He did use it to hit the thing directly in between the eyesd and push it to the ground. Close enough for him to take out his pocket knife. He jammed it betwixed it’s eyes. Holding it there until it stopped moving beneath him.
    ‘Ian look out!’ Susan cried at him.
    She was pointing in front of Ian. He hadn’t noticed because he was too busy with the thing beneath him. Susan ran up with one of those anti-theft steering wheel lockers in her right hand. She thrust it at the undead with all of her might. It did not take the undead down though, to Susan’s demise. You could see the fear rushing over her face as she again swung at the undead. The second swing did more damage this time. Susan watched as the undead stumbled onto the ground. It’s hands were still out stretched towards her. She placed her foot onto it’s neck and buried the weapon into it’s thick skull.
    Just as Ian picked himself up off of the ground to attack another thing headed towards Susan, he immediately saw the rest of the group pull up next to them.  Jeremy and the people in his van got out and started to get them into the vehicle. They were not taking any chances with taking on this horde. And for good reason. There were way too many of them. If we could just leave them behind we might have a fighting chance.
    Jeremy almost had everyone into the vehicle when he noticed that they were missing Ricky from the Make up dept. He peered around looking for Ricky’s thin profile. He almost gave up when he finally spotted him. He was standing in the middle of the horde. His face wore a blank expression. As Jeremy moved closer he understood why. One of the undead had a fist through his heart. Blood was running down his chest as the thing pulled his hand through. It exposed a complete hole where his heart should have been. The swarm caved in on him suddenly. They started ripping him apart limb by limb. They started on his arms first. They pulled those out from the sockets. Ricky fell to the ground and then there was nothing. You could no longer see his body because, there were too many of them on top of him. Eventually, you could no longer see that there had been a center to the horde at all. There were so many of them trying to get to Ricky.
    Jeremy looked away. There were tears in his eyes. That was so horrible. And it happened on his watch. Why the hell did