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Authors: Stephen Drivick
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arm.
“Yeah. Might have torn my arm up,” she said. Hopefully, it was just a temporary injury.
Two more Red-Eyes, further away down the road, popped up and started running toward the van. We were about to be swarmed. The zombies picked up speed as they anticipated a tasty meal. Without a word, Claire and I finished stuffing the stranger into the van, slammed the rear doors, and ran for our seats. We got inside just in time. The two Red-Eyes surrounded the van and began slamming themselves against the side. Claire flinched as they approached the window, showing their ugly faces. I put the van in gear, and took off, pedal to the floor. The Red-Eyes gave chase for a few feet, then gave up and ran back into hiding in the woods.
When the side-view mirror was finally clear of undead, I slowed down and breathed a little sigh of relief. Two close calls on the same trade mission was enough. “That's enough fun for today. Let's get the hell home,” I said.
Claire flexed her left hand. Missing the zombie's head with her bat might have injured her. She went from flexing to shaking the hand. “My arm's tingling. I don't know what happened. I hardly ever miss.”
“The doctor will fix you,” I said. “That was quite a shot.”
I pulled Monique up to the fence of Cannon Fields and put my hands at the top of the steering wheel. There was a simple system at Cannon Fields. We had no radios, so vehicles coming home stopped in the driveway at the front gate. The snipers in the trees looked at the driver through their scopes. If the driver's hands were at the top of the steering wheel, everything was cool and the vehicle was let inside. Hands in lap signified the vehicle had been jacked, and it stayed outside. After a quick identity check, a guard opened the gate and I pulled through. We were safe at home. Now I just had to explain the half-dead guy in the back of the van.
Chapter 7: Stranger in Town
“S o let me get this straight,” Michael said. “He was just some guy on a motorcycle that crashed, and you decided to bring him inside the gate?”
He stared at the stranger through the glass wall of our quarantine area. It used to be a conference room, but when the infirmary had been set up, it was re-purposed. We put strangers in there for a few days to see if they turned. Sidney had rigged up a bungee cord lock system to keep things inside the room. He pulled on the cords to check their strength as Michael spoke.
I was with Doctor Connelly, who was checking out Claire's hand and shoulder. After her swing and miss on the Red-Eye, she complained of numbness and pain in her arm. Claire winced in pain as the Doctor manipulated her arm to check for damage. An injury while trying to survive these days could be bad news. She already had a bad hip from a previous scooter crash. She didn't need a arm to match.
Mike and Denise pulled themselves away from the glass window and made their way to Claire's bedside. I could tell it was going to be a serious discussion by the angry look on Michael's face. I was concerned about Claire, and in no mood to get in a heated discussion at the moment.
Michael came up to Claire's bedside and confronted me. “You need to explain why you brought him here. What were you thinking?”
He was a little too close and in my face. I took a half step back, fighting the urge to punch him in the head. “He was hurt. The Red-Eyes were circling, and he was next on the menu.” I looked at Denise. “Was I supposed to leave him on the ground?”
“Yes!” Michael exclaimed, getting a little closer. “We don't know who the hell he is, and you and Claire brought him right inside. Not to mention, you attracted the Red-Eyes right to the gate with this shit.” Denise sensed I was getting a little crowded, so she pulled Michael back a little.
“He helped us. He got us through the zombies on the road,” Claire said. “We couldn't leave him to die.”
“Was it your idea to bring him inside, Claire? Maybe we
“Yeah. Might have torn my arm up,” she said. Hopefully, it was just a temporary injury.
Two more Red-Eyes, further away down the road, popped up and started running toward the van. We were about to be swarmed. The zombies picked up speed as they anticipated a tasty meal. Without a word, Claire and I finished stuffing the stranger into the van, slammed the rear doors, and ran for our seats. We got inside just in time. The two Red-Eyes surrounded the van and began slamming themselves against the side. Claire flinched as they approached the window, showing their ugly faces. I put the van in gear, and took off, pedal to the floor. The Red-Eyes gave chase for a few feet, then gave up and ran back into hiding in the woods.
When the side-view mirror was finally clear of undead, I slowed down and breathed a little sigh of relief. Two close calls on the same trade mission was enough. “That's enough fun for today. Let's get the hell home,” I said.
Claire flexed her left hand. Missing the zombie's head with her bat might have injured her. She went from flexing to shaking the hand. “My arm's tingling. I don't know what happened. I hardly ever miss.”
“The doctor will fix you,” I said. “That was quite a shot.”
I pulled Monique up to the fence of Cannon Fields and put my hands at the top of the steering wheel. There was a simple system at Cannon Fields. We had no radios, so vehicles coming home stopped in the driveway at the front gate. The snipers in the trees looked at the driver through their scopes. If the driver's hands were at the top of the steering wheel, everything was cool and the vehicle was let inside. Hands in lap signified the vehicle had been jacked, and it stayed outside. After a quick identity check, a guard opened the gate and I pulled through. We were safe at home. Now I just had to explain the half-dead guy in the back of the van.
Chapter 7: Stranger in Town
“S o let me get this straight,” Michael said. “He was just some guy on a motorcycle that crashed, and you decided to bring him inside the gate?”
He stared at the stranger through the glass wall of our quarantine area. It used to be a conference room, but when the infirmary had been set up, it was re-purposed. We put strangers in there for a few days to see if they turned. Sidney had rigged up a bungee cord lock system to keep things inside the room. He pulled on the cords to check their strength as Michael spoke.
I was with Doctor Connelly, who was checking out Claire's hand and shoulder. After her swing and miss on the Red-Eye, she complained of numbness and pain in her arm. Claire winced in pain as the Doctor manipulated her arm to check for damage. An injury while trying to survive these days could be bad news. She already had a bad hip from a previous scooter crash. She didn't need a arm to match.
Mike and Denise pulled themselves away from the glass window and made their way to Claire's bedside. I could tell it was going to be a serious discussion by the angry look on Michael's face. I was concerned about Claire, and in no mood to get in a heated discussion at the moment.
Michael came up to Claire's bedside and confronted me. “You need to explain why you brought him here. What were you thinking?”
He was a little too close and in my face. I took a half step back, fighting the urge to punch him in the head. “He was hurt. The Red-Eyes were circling, and he was next on the menu.” I looked at Denise. “Was I supposed to leave him on the ground?”
“Yes!” Michael exclaimed, getting a little closer. “We don't know who the hell he is, and you and Claire brought him right inside. Not to mention, you attracted the Red-Eyes right to the gate with this shit.” Denise sensed I was getting a little crowded, so she pulled Michael back a little.
“He helped us. He got us through the zombies on the road,” Claire said. “We couldn't leave him to die.”
“Was it your idea to bring him inside, Claire? Maybe we
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