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Someone got out and then ten minutes later, they’d pulled back out into the street. And as the massive vehicle drove away, the diesel engine taunted him as it disappeared into the night.
    Frank folded his arms, sat back against the wall, closed his eyes, and rested. He’d made the decision to put his rescue in the hands of others and although he regretted it now, he was sure if he would have kept the keys, he would have walked out of the building days ago. But he’d also most likely be dead.
     
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    Back behind the wheel, Ben pulled alongside the curb and waited as the others got in position. “It looks like they’re all definitely going toward something. They usually scatter if there’s nothing to hunt. I’ll bet Ethan is down there somewhere.”
    Griffin slid into the passenger seat as Carly, Cora, and Shannon covered the rear and side windows. As the massive vehicle slowly drifted out into the street, they each kept one hand over the door handle and scanned the area outside their respective window.
    Nodding toward the right sidewalk near the old pastry shop, Ben said, “I’m going around them there. Once we get to the front, they’ll probably start coming after us, so hold on, I’m going to push through. Just like the last time.”
    “Okay,” Carly said, mainly looking at Griffin. “Anyone sees Ethan and you say something before you get out to go after him? Are we all in agreement?”
    They all agreed.
    Ben’s eyes widened as he got a full view of the street ahead, of just what they were dealing with. At least twenty bodies wide and stretching three long blocks, he had trouble even putting a number to them. A few hundred? Possibly more, many more? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to think about it. But that’s all he could think about. There were too many. For what they were trying to do anyway. Running away from them was easy, going straight through was a different story altogether.
    Pulling the rig to within twenty feet of the crowd, Ben bumped up onto the curb and took down a row of still-standing tables and ripped the red canvas awning away from the storefront.
    “Hold on.”
    Those in the massive horde who were closest began to turn toward the disturbance as Ben wheeled to the center of the wide sidewalk. They started back in the direction of the armored vehicle even as Ben drove the pedal into the floorboard. The engine raced as the truck accelerated, and plowing into the first row of Feeders, the already mangled bodies were tossed back into the street.
    Rebounding against the seat belt and as the crowd grew to twice its size, Ben pointed out the windshield. “Griff, you see anything?”
    “You kidding? I can’t see a damn thing.”
    “I’m starting to think—”
    “Wait,” Griffin said. “There is something out there.”
    Gripping the seatback, Carly leaned into the cab. “What, you see him, is it Ethan?”
    Ben cut the wheel aggressively to the left and ran through a small group of six, rocking the truck and sending Cora away from the rear door and onto her back.
    “Sorry guys,” Ben said. “I’m not seeing anything out there, but the ones up front are starting to turn back.”
    “No kidding,” Cora said as she got to her knees and again held tight to the door handle. “Feels like we’re driving through World War Three.”
    Griffin looked back. “We are.”
     
    Off the sidewalk and into the street, Ben began to let off the gas as the crowd was now too dense to drive straight through at their current speed. He was able to stay at an even pace and slowly push through, although as he scanned the streets beyond where Second Street dead ended into Bridge, there was still no sign of Ethan.
    “You guys see anything?”
    “I see us getting stuck,” Carly said. “Is there any way you can—”
    “Wait,” Griffin said. “There’s something goin’ on out there, straight ahead down on the right.”
    The others left their respective doors and slid in