people standing on top of an overturned truck in the middle of the road, fighting off a horde of Infected surrounding them. One had a shovel and was in the midst of carving a neat slice out of the nearest Infected skull; another was using a fire extinguisher like a flamethrower (which had little effect on the Infected other than to repel them), and the last had a small handgun that was obviously low on ammo.
Karen immediately came out of her day-long silence to yell rather shockingly, “We have to help them!”
Surprised, I stopped the truck, and my eyes met with the survivor holding the gun. I could sense in that moment, that he had seen other cars stop as well, only to leave and pretend they had not seem him.
I knew right then, I couldn’t let this go on.
I had to help somebody; I had to risk myself for these strangers just to keep from going mad. I knew what was right; it was just harder to figure out than before. In my normal life I could always tell myself I’d sacrifice myself for my family, or people who needed me. But when it comes down to it there is no comparison between imaginative heroics and real action.
In that moment, every part of my body was telling me to back up and go the other way, to save myself. But I remembered when we were in a similar desperate situation, and Steve had saved us, and I remembered the amazing happiness and relief that came with being saved. Steve saw my hands tighten on the wheel and he muttered some expletive under his breath.
He turned around and said, “Lucy, grab Victoria and hold her tightly we might be in for a quick ride here. Ian, pass me my rifle.”
I waited until Steve was ready, my fingers trembling on the wheel. I could see these people weren’t going to last much longer.
Steve rolled down his window, stuck the rifle out and aimed down the sights.
He then yelled, “Hey! Get down!”
They looked confused in our direction and then the man with the gun pushed them all down on the car. Steve opened fire. Steve fired a series of rapid shots, putting a quick three bullet spread into the chest and head of each Infected. In less than fifteen seconds the crowd of Infected was cut down to less than half of its original size, and the remainder began to sprint towards us. Steve dropped each one as it ran towards us, and it all looked to be going quite well. Then I saw the commotion we were attracting: hordes of Infected were running towards us from all directions.
I yelled, “Hold on! We got more incoming!” And I slammed my foot down on the gas screeching the tires.
I pulled up to the side of the overturned car and my Mom opened the side door and said, “Get in quick!”
With looks of incredulous disbelief on their faces, they hesitated.
I yelled, “Get in the car quick! We gotta go!” They moved towards the edge of the vehicle, and slid down into our car while Steve climbed half way out of the window to get a better aim at incoming Infected. Lucy hurriedly moved to the back with the baby to make room, and the last of the survivors climbed in.
Steve slipped back in the window as my Mom slammed the side door shut and screamed, “Go!”
An Infected smashed up against our back window screen, cracking it, and I punched the gas making the car’s wheels scream in protest. I swerved narrowly avoiding a group of Infected in front of us and made a beeline for the nearest freeway. There were now Infected breaking off from the sidewalks and running for us in all directions. I was confused as to why they were all trying to attack the vehicle now when they used to completely ignore it, but I didn’t have time to think about it. Then suddenly there was a loud thump and the ceiling in the middle of the car caved in. Steve swore as my mom screamed and we could hear something scrambling around on the top. I swung the wheel back, and forth, dodging Infected making a beeline straight for us and at the same time trying to fling whatever landed on top of us off. Up ahead there
Karen immediately came out of her day-long silence to yell rather shockingly, “We have to help them!”
Surprised, I stopped the truck, and my eyes met with the survivor holding the gun. I could sense in that moment, that he had seen other cars stop as well, only to leave and pretend they had not seem him.
I knew right then, I couldn’t let this go on.
I had to help somebody; I had to risk myself for these strangers just to keep from going mad. I knew what was right; it was just harder to figure out than before. In my normal life I could always tell myself I’d sacrifice myself for my family, or people who needed me. But when it comes down to it there is no comparison between imaginative heroics and real action.
In that moment, every part of my body was telling me to back up and go the other way, to save myself. But I remembered when we were in a similar desperate situation, and Steve had saved us, and I remembered the amazing happiness and relief that came with being saved. Steve saw my hands tighten on the wheel and he muttered some expletive under his breath.
He turned around and said, “Lucy, grab Victoria and hold her tightly we might be in for a quick ride here. Ian, pass me my rifle.”
I waited until Steve was ready, my fingers trembling on the wheel. I could see these people weren’t going to last much longer.
Steve rolled down his window, stuck the rifle out and aimed down the sights.
He then yelled, “Hey! Get down!”
They looked confused in our direction and then the man with the gun pushed them all down on the car. Steve opened fire. Steve fired a series of rapid shots, putting a quick three bullet spread into the chest and head of each Infected. In less than fifteen seconds the crowd of Infected was cut down to less than half of its original size, and the remainder began to sprint towards us. Steve dropped each one as it ran towards us, and it all looked to be going quite well. Then I saw the commotion we were attracting: hordes of Infected were running towards us from all directions.
I yelled, “Hold on! We got more incoming!” And I slammed my foot down on the gas screeching the tires.
I pulled up to the side of the overturned car and my Mom opened the side door and said, “Get in quick!”
With looks of incredulous disbelief on their faces, they hesitated.
I yelled, “Get in the car quick! We gotta go!” They moved towards the edge of the vehicle, and slid down into our car while Steve climbed half way out of the window to get a better aim at incoming Infected. Lucy hurriedly moved to the back with the baby to make room, and the last of the survivors climbed in.
Steve slipped back in the window as my Mom slammed the side door shut and screamed, “Go!”
An Infected smashed up against our back window screen, cracking it, and I punched the gas making the car’s wheels scream in protest. I swerved narrowly avoiding a group of Infected in front of us and made a beeline for the nearest freeway. There were now Infected breaking off from the sidewalks and running for us in all directions. I was confused as to why they were all trying to attack the vehicle now when they used to completely ignore it, but I didn’t have time to think about it. Then suddenly there was a loud thump and the ceiling in the middle of the car caved in. Steve swore as my mom screamed and we could hear something scrambling around on the top. I swung the wheel back, and forth, dodging Infected making a beeline straight for us and at the same time trying to fling whatever landed on top of us off. Up ahead there
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