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Authors: Stephen Drivick
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for us. We could risk our lives and he could be dead,” I said, trying to convince Claire. In reality, I was trying to convince myself.
Claire wasn't through. “This isn't you, John. You're not this heartless. This is not the choice you want to make, is it? He tried to help us out.” She took hold of my arm, but didn't try to stop me yet.
I drove along a little more, and the front wall of Cannon Fields came into view. The brown stucco, now a little faded with time and the elements, stood out against the forest of green trees. It represented safety, warmth, and the waiting arms of our loved ones. I couldn't risk it for a stranger even if he did help us.
I drove on. “Can't do it, Claire. We don't know who he is, or who his friends are. We have to think of ourselves. You know that.”
Claire pulled out the big guns. “When we were dealing with Pine Grove, you said we were in this thing together. You said we had to take care of each other. Don't you remember?” Her big blue eyes pleaded with me to stop.
I hit the brakes. “I did say that, didn't I?”
“Yes you did,” Claire said. “Can we go back?”
I put the van into reverse, and backed up to the accident scene. “I swear to God, Claire. If I get turned into a zombie, I'm coming after you first.”
I parked the van next to the accident scene and the fallen stranger. Claire and I took a quick look around. Nothing was moving, and it was quiet. The Red-Eyes were probably watching, so we had to make this quick. “Listen. If he's hurt too badly or dead we have to get the hell out of here, okay?” I said to Claire. She nodded in agreement, as we turned to open our doors.
As we got to the back of the car, the news didn't get any better. There was blood spilled on the asphalt, and there was a mark on his head where he had hit the car. I took off my glove, and tried to find a pulse in his neck. A strong beat throbbed beneath my fingers. He was alive, but hurt.
“He's breathing,” Claire said. “Any clue who he might be?”
I moved him out from under the car as carefully as possible to prevent further injuries. A quick search of his person revealed no wallet or identification. That wasn't unusual. People didn't carry any ID these days anyway, as it was good to remain a little anonymous. A quick search of his person turned up only a knife and a set of keys.
A noise came from the side of the road. It was a low growl, followed by the soft thumping of feet on asphalt. A Red-Eye was on the hunt. We had to hurry.
Claire looked around. “Can we move him?”
“I hope so. Help me get him into the van,” I said.
Claire grabbed an arm. I took the other one, and we struggled to put the injured man in the van. He wasn't heavy, but it was awkward trying to maneuver him into the back of the van while trying not to slip. We had got him halfway in when the situation became critical. A young Red-Eye zombie hopped up on the trunk of a nearby car. It watched us for a few seconds, and then with a terrible hiss it struck. It jumped down to the ground, and grabbed Motorcycle Man's boot, and started to pull. Claire and I were now in a deadly game of tug-of-war. I took my hands off the injured man's arm and fumbled for my gun. The Red-Eye drew closer. It drew back its lips to reveal a mouthful of black teeth.
In a single motion, Claire took her bat off the ground, gave a mighty swing, and hit the Red-Eye in the wrist. The zombie squealed and pulled away. Claire pursued, and struck out again. The Red-Eye ducked this time, and her bat hit the trunk of a nearby car with a metallic thunk. The blow nearly tore Claire's arm off, and she sank to the ground in pain.
With Claire out of action, it was my turn. I pointed my gun at the attacking zombie and fired. The bullet tore through his shoulder, and he slumped to the ground in a pool of dark blood. I ran to Claire, currently lying under a car. She was holding her left arm at the elbow.
“You okay?” I asked, rubbing her injured
Claire wasn't through. “This isn't you, John. You're not this heartless. This is not the choice you want to make, is it? He tried to help us out.” She took hold of my arm, but didn't try to stop me yet.
I drove along a little more, and the front wall of Cannon Fields came into view. The brown stucco, now a little faded with time and the elements, stood out against the forest of green trees. It represented safety, warmth, and the waiting arms of our loved ones. I couldn't risk it for a stranger even if he did help us.
I drove on. “Can't do it, Claire. We don't know who he is, or who his friends are. We have to think of ourselves. You know that.”
Claire pulled out the big guns. “When we were dealing with Pine Grove, you said we were in this thing together. You said we had to take care of each other. Don't you remember?” Her big blue eyes pleaded with me to stop.
I hit the brakes. “I did say that, didn't I?”
“Yes you did,” Claire said. “Can we go back?”
I put the van into reverse, and backed up to the accident scene. “I swear to God, Claire. If I get turned into a zombie, I'm coming after you first.”
I parked the van next to the accident scene and the fallen stranger. Claire and I took a quick look around. Nothing was moving, and it was quiet. The Red-Eyes were probably watching, so we had to make this quick. “Listen. If he's hurt too badly or dead we have to get the hell out of here, okay?” I said to Claire. She nodded in agreement, as we turned to open our doors.
As we got to the back of the car, the news didn't get any better. There was blood spilled on the asphalt, and there was a mark on his head where he had hit the car. I took off my glove, and tried to find a pulse in his neck. A strong beat throbbed beneath my fingers. He was alive, but hurt.
“He's breathing,” Claire said. “Any clue who he might be?”
I moved him out from under the car as carefully as possible to prevent further injuries. A quick search of his person revealed no wallet or identification. That wasn't unusual. People didn't carry any ID these days anyway, as it was good to remain a little anonymous. A quick search of his person turned up only a knife and a set of keys.
A noise came from the side of the road. It was a low growl, followed by the soft thumping of feet on asphalt. A Red-Eye was on the hunt. We had to hurry.
Claire looked around. “Can we move him?”
“I hope so. Help me get him into the van,” I said.
Claire grabbed an arm. I took the other one, and we struggled to put the injured man in the van. He wasn't heavy, but it was awkward trying to maneuver him into the back of the van while trying not to slip. We had got him halfway in when the situation became critical. A young Red-Eye zombie hopped up on the trunk of a nearby car. It watched us for a few seconds, and then with a terrible hiss it struck. It jumped down to the ground, and grabbed Motorcycle Man's boot, and started to pull. Claire and I were now in a deadly game of tug-of-war. I took my hands off the injured man's arm and fumbled for my gun. The Red-Eye drew closer. It drew back its lips to reveal a mouthful of black teeth.
In a single motion, Claire took her bat off the ground, gave a mighty swing, and hit the Red-Eye in the wrist. The zombie squealed and pulled away. Claire pursued, and struck out again. The Red-Eye ducked this time, and her bat hit the trunk of a nearby car with a metallic thunk. The blow nearly tore Claire's arm off, and she sank to the ground in pain.
With Claire out of action, it was my turn. I pointed my gun at the attacking zombie and fired. The bullet tore through his shoulder, and he slumped to the ground in a pool of dark blood. I ran to Claire, currently lying under a car. She was holding her left arm at the elbow.
“You okay?” I asked, rubbing her injured
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