were two groups of Infected running diagonally towards us, as we sped straight towards a collision course. At the last second I tried to spin the car to go around the left group and then back in to the right when as we passed them two jumped on the vehicle. They clung to the outside with superhuman strength as I increased speed to forty, fifty, and then sixty miles per hour. Steve yelled something I couldn’t hear over the yelling in the back and the tension of the moment, and then he suddenly opened his door flinging the Infected on it off into the road. Then he aimed at the Infected towards the back and fired, knocking him off as well. I turned to look back towards the road when all of sudden a face appeared looking down into the car. I slammed on the brakes, involuntarily springing Steve’s door outwards and out of his grasp with the inertia of the stop. I heard Steve yell out in pain while I watched the face on top of the vehicle fly forwards and collapse a good fifty feet away in between a mass of concrete and a three-car pileup. It slowly got to its feet and stood in our way. I could see in the rear-view mirror there was still a horde of Infected chasing us. I gunned the engine and started yet again from a stop, and I could tell it was taking its toll on the car. The car wasn’t responding very well anymore. I couldn’t stop to figure out what was wrong though, so amid Steve’s cursing and yelling something about his foot I aimed the car straight towards the Infected.
As we got closer, my mom raised her voice on each word, “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Then the man with the gun rolled down his driver’s side window and stuck his head out. I gritted my teeth as I prepared for the imminent crash into the Infected. Then a shot rang out and the Infected dropped, a clear bull’s-eye marked on its forehead not two seconds before our car would have slammed into it. The whole vehicle jumped and swerved as if going over a speed bump too fast, and I fought to maintain control. I took the car back into our lane, and pushed the gas to the max. We didn’t see any other cars on the freeway, and I quickly sped up to fifty mph, the fastest I felt comfortable going in a time like this. The car was surprisingly silent for a few minutes, while everybody was just no digesting the lightning moments that had preceded this.
Then my mom forced a smile and asked the survivors, “Well hello there! How are you? I’m Jane, what are your names?”
The man with the gun replied simply, “My name is Kevin.” Obviously he was the leader of the group, whether assigned this position or not this is how it stood. Kevin then went on to say, “This is Debbie,” pointing a little violently I thought, to a middle-aged woman holding her sides and shaking back and forth probably from hysteria. Then he gently touched the other survivor’s arm and introduced her, “And this is Sarah. She and I went to the same college.”
Sarah smiled weakly and shook my Mom’s hand when proffered to her. Karen quickly struck up a conversation with Sarah and asked her what is was like being in college. Sarah laughed, a little surprised, but nevertheless obliged Karen and started to talk to her.
Steve reached back and shook Kevin’s hand, and asked him, “So what’s your story?”
Kevin replied brusquely, “Just like anyone else I guess. They came from nothing, suddenly taking over the city. I was in the grocery store when I first saw an Infected, which came in and started attacking people. As I started to run out of the store, Sarah recognized me and yelled me over. After that we just started moving around from place to place, eventually stopping by my place to get my gun. We survived there for a few days, because we were on the third floor and I don’t think any of the Infected even knew we were there. But a few hours ago they started trying to get through the door, and we fled through the back window. We took my truck, and drove
As we got closer, my mom raised her voice on each word, “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
Then the man with the gun rolled down his driver’s side window and stuck his head out. I gritted my teeth as I prepared for the imminent crash into the Infected. Then a shot rang out and the Infected dropped, a clear bull’s-eye marked on its forehead not two seconds before our car would have slammed into it. The whole vehicle jumped and swerved as if going over a speed bump too fast, and I fought to maintain control. I took the car back into our lane, and pushed the gas to the max. We didn’t see any other cars on the freeway, and I quickly sped up to fifty mph, the fastest I felt comfortable going in a time like this. The car was surprisingly silent for a few minutes, while everybody was just no digesting the lightning moments that had preceded this.
Then my mom forced a smile and asked the survivors, “Well hello there! How are you? I’m Jane, what are your names?”
The man with the gun replied simply, “My name is Kevin.” Obviously he was the leader of the group, whether assigned this position or not this is how it stood. Kevin then went on to say, “This is Debbie,” pointing a little violently I thought, to a middle-aged woman holding her sides and shaking back and forth probably from hysteria. Then he gently touched the other survivor’s arm and introduced her, “And this is Sarah. She and I went to the same college.”
Sarah smiled weakly and shook my Mom’s hand when proffered to her. Karen quickly struck up a conversation with Sarah and asked her what is was like being in college. Sarah laughed, a little surprised, but nevertheless obliged Karen and started to talk to her.
Steve reached back and shook Kevin’s hand, and asked him, “So what’s your story?”
Kevin replied brusquely, “Just like anyone else I guess. They came from nothing, suddenly taking over the city. I was in the grocery store when I first saw an Infected, which came in and started attacking people. As I started to run out of the store, Sarah recognized me and yelled me over. After that we just started moving around from place to place, eventually stopping by my place to get my gun. We survived there for a few days, because we were on the third floor and I don’t think any of the Infected even knew we were there. But a few hours ago they started trying to get through the door, and we fled through the back window. We took my truck, and drove
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