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computer while Briana leaned over to see what I had. “They should have
met someone much better, like me. At least I drive a practical car. A Lexus is
not the best choice.”
    “Far
from it,” she laughed. “Meeting you was good luck on my part, more on yours
since I’m fun to be around.”
    I
couldn’t argue with that. Briana was rapidly opening up, faster than I’d
expected, and her company was pleasant.
     
    *
* *
     
    The next
morning, day six of the zombie apocalypse, was dreary and overcast. It was
still hot of course, no way around that, but at least the sun wasn’t in our
eyes. As usual, we slowed when approaching any towns, keeping an eye out for
anything important, and, finally, we found something. A dozen people, mostly
children, were perched atop a UPS truck surrounded by zombies. The monsters
were pressed up close, reaching and straining with their arms and not coming
anywhere close to being able to grab the huddled, cowering group. It would have
been humorous if not for the fact the children were clinging to one another in
stark terror.
    “We have
to help them Jacob,” announced Briana, as soon as she took in the sight.
    I rolled
my window down and drove closer. Some of the zombies turned toward us.
    “I think
we can do that.” We had to do, try something. “You’ll want to cover your ears.”
    It’s
awkward shooting right handed while sitting on the left side of a Jeep, but I
managed to twist enough to get my arm mostly out the window. Then I began
pulling the trigger of my .40 caliber Beretta automatic. I had two clips, each
holding ten rounds. When the first was empty I handed it to Briana who began to
refill it from a box in the ammo bag we kept handy.
    My
position was uncomfortable, and the blast of the gun was very loud, seemingly
amplified inside the Jeep. I immediately decided that next time I would get out
of the vehicle to fight. I should have done that to begin with – it would have
prevented the ringing in my ears – but I hadn’t been prepared to take such a
chance, yet. It seemed better to remain where I could simply press down on the
pedal and drive away if need be.
    At least
the zombies were slow and predicable. They came right for me, and they were
easy to hit. Even so, not every head shot did the job. Some of the things took
two, the first either skipping along the skull or not striking the important
part of the brain, whatever that was. And I quickly received assistance. Some
men came running up and added to my fire. I was a bit startled at how
recklessly they wasted their ammunition, often riddling the bodies with
bullets, but at least they were careful with their aim. Nothing came near me or
the people atop the truck. There was never a risk of anyone getting caught in a
crossfire.
     
    *
* *
     
    “Thanks
for helping out,” said an elderly man. He slung his rifle across a narrow
shoulder.
    I cut
the engine, rolled up the window, and got out. “My pleasure.”
    Despite
my words, I was feeling ill. This was the first time I put a zombie down. As a
general rule, I don’t kill living things, aside from bugs – I fervently believe
fire ants are demonic creatures that should be made extinct – and never hunt or
fish. I do love eating the things, but given the choice I rather get my animals
already dead, cleaned, and prepared from a grocery store. My shooting was
always at the range, targeting pieces of paper. Damn zombies look too much like
real people.
    “I’m
Edwin McAllister.”
    “Jacob
Thornton and Briana Mills,” I replied.
    “Hello,”
said Briana. She came around the Jeep and offered her hand, which the man shook
warmly.
    To the
side, people were climbing down off the truck. It appeared they used a ladder
to get up in the first place and then kicked it over, a good idea that was to
be repeated in the future. That same folding ladder was now being used for
their descent.
    “How
they get trapped?” I looked about. There were a lot of men present, all of