the
steering wheel with blood coming from his nose.
Boone stepped closer to the scene with his
gun drawn. Ben and Damian stepped out of the van and covered the
rear, making sure nothing crept up on them. Jon-Jon kept his ass in
his seat, moving his eyes from rear view mirror to the view just
outside the windshield. Boone was now to the side of the car that
started the commotion. The two in the backseat had managed to get
out of the car and Boone directed them to the van but they opted
for the closest seat of an obliging driver. He took another step
forward, his gun leading the way and put two shots in the
passenger’s head. Most of her throat was ripped out and dangling
from the mouth of the man behind the wheel. He made eye contact
with Boone and Boone held its gaze for a moment, wondering if
anything human was behind its cold stare. Deciding that it didn’t
matter, he put two in his head as well. He walked over to Scott,
who was now waking up with Judy screaming into his ear. He
recognized Boone, despite how blurry he appeared, and gave him a
thumb up. Scott moved his car to the side, allowing Gerty enough
room to get the convoy rolling again. Damian had begun to squeeze
off a few rounds as the things staggered closer and closer. The
creatures had never looked more alike then now. Though the fire in
the street had died down, they were the color of smoke, much of
their bodies were burned and one could easily confuse them with
skeletons. Ben took a few shots too. Headshots every time, he did
it calmly and made it look easy. It was clear he knew his way
around a weapon. A huge second blast rocked forth from the truck
stop as the tanks below the surface finally ignited. The blast was
blinding and scorched a large number of the dead creatures. The
blast leveled many of the dead troopers and sent others flying into
the air; their lifeless limbs flaking off their charred bodies.
Once the smoke cleared, more soldiers of the dead army stepped
forward to replenish their ranks.
The flames in the rear view continued to burn
bright and hot as Boone directed the convoy past the mess in the
road. He contemplated getting into the bloodied vehicle and moving
it but thought better of it when he saw not an inch of seat that
wasn’t covered in blood. The cars slowly maneuvered around the
wreckage and made their way up the road. Dozens upon dozens of the
stiff legged creatures hobbled onto the road from out of the woods.
Big Cups had his arm hanging out the window when one of the
creatures wrapped its crooked-toothed maw around it and bit down.
Big Cups thrashed in his seat and screamed as the creature pulled a
mouthful of flesh from his small arm. Another two creatures crept
up to the window wanting a taste as well. His screams alerted
everyone in earshot but they couldn’t do much more than drive away.
The road was soon full of the bloodthirsty creatures. Cups was
dragged from the window as his car sped away, and Ricker, in the
back seat with him, was too scared to do anything but whimper. He
simply watched as Cups kicked and screamed and then finally
disappeared.
Another car from the group at the eatery
swerved into a ditch on the side of the road, trying to avoid
several other lurkers that appeared from the side of the road. The
dead things were clawing at their windows. The driver aimed her gun
at one of them and fired a shot into its head, hitting her mark.
Unfortunately, though, the bullet broke the window and the other
dead things got inside before she could make another shot
count.
The others attempted to flee but couldn’t
move past the dead weight of their attackers. They screamed for
help and for God but neither showed up. They died slowly as dead
mouths tore the skin from their bodies. Boone ran to Jon-Jon’s van
and jumped in as Frankie’s truck swerved off the road and spun out
of control. They sped up to them as Boone and Damian jumped out of
the vehicle with guns drawn. Ben poked half his body out the window
and fired
steering wheel with blood coming from his nose.
Boone stepped closer to the scene with his
gun drawn. Ben and Damian stepped out of the van and covered the
rear, making sure nothing crept up on them. Jon-Jon kept his ass in
his seat, moving his eyes from rear view mirror to the view just
outside the windshield. Boone was now to the side of the car that
started the commotion. The two in the backseat had managed to get
out of the car and Boone directed them to the van but they opted
for the closest seat of an obliging driver. He took another step
forward, his gun leading the way and put two shots in the
passenger’s head. Most of her throat was ripped out and dangling
from the mouth of the man behind the wheel. He made eye contact
with Boone and Boone held its gaze for a moment, wondering if
anything human was behind its cold stare. Deciding that it didn’t
matter, he put two in his head as well. He walked over to Scott,
who was now waking up with Judy screaming into his ear. He
recognized Boone, despite how blurry he appeared, and gave him a
thumb up. Scott moved his car to the side, allowing Gerty enough
room to get the convoy rolling again. Damian had begun to squeeze
off a few rounds as the things staggered closer and closer. The
creatures had never looked more alike then now. Though the fire in
the street had died down, they were the color of smoke, much of
their bodies were burned and one could easily confuse them with
skeletons. Ben took a few shots too. Headshots every time, he did
it calmly and made it look easy. It was clear he knew his way
around a weapon. A huge second blast rocked forth from the truck
stop as the tanks below the surface finally ignited. The blast was
blinding and scorched a large number of the dead creatures. The
blast leveled many of the dead troopers and sent others flying into
the air; their lifeless limbs flaking off their charred bodies.
Once the smoke cleared, more soldiers of the dead army stepped
forward to replenish their ranks.
The flames in the rear view continued to burn
bright and hot as Boone directed the convoy past the mess in the
road. He contemplated getting into the bloodied vehicle and moving
it but thought better of it when he saw not an inch of seat that
wasn’t covered in blood. The cars slowly maneuvered around the
wreckage and made their way up the road. Dozens upon dozens of the
stiff legged creatures hobbled onto the road from out of the woods.
Big Cups had his arm hanging out the window when one of the
creatures wrapped its crooked-toothed maw around it and bit down.
Big Cups thrashed in his seat and screamed as the creature pulled a
mouthful of flesh from his small arm. Another two creatures crept
up to the window wanting a taste as well. His screams alerted
everyone in earshot but they couldn’t do much more than drive away.
The road was soon full of the bloodthirsty creatures. Cups was
dragged from the window as his car sped away, and Ricker, in the
back seat with him, was too scared to do anything but whimper. He
simply watched as Cups kicked and screamed and then finally
disappeared.
Another car from the group at the eatery
swerved into a ditch on the side of the road, trying to avoid
several other lurkers that appeared from the side of the road. The
dead things were clawing at their windows. The driver aimed her gun
at one of them and fired a shot into its head, hitting her mark.
Unfortunately, though, the bullet broke the window and the other
dead things got inside before she could make another shot
count.
The others attempted to flee but couldn’t
move past the dead weight of their attackers. They screamed for
help and for God but neither showed up. They died slowly as dead
mouths tore the skin from their bodies. Boone ran to Jon-Jon’s van
and jumped in as Frankie’s truck swerved off the road and spun out
of control. They sped up to them as Boone and Damian jumped out of
the vehicle with guns drawn. Ben poked half his body out the window
and fired
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