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keep it together. We don’t see hundreds.
We see thousands.
A small squeak from behind me tells me Mindy Starling can count too. Good for her.
“That’s a lot of death,” Elsbeth says.
“No shit, girl,” Melissa says. “Oh, fuck!”
Melissa slams on the brakes and my forehead slams into the dashboard. A little painful example of cause and effect. Even in the apocalypse, one should wear their seatbelt. Ouch.
“Madre de Dios,” Julio says from the window. “Can you get us around? Over there. See!”
The parking lot is swarmed with Zs. They’re scaling the other side of the hill that butts up against I-40. We can’t go forward except for a drainage ditch that Julio is pointing at.
“Do it,” I say to Melissa. “Follow the ditch. Get us out of here.”
The truck lurches forward and Melissa turns it towards the ditch. The swarm of Zs is almost on us and the PCs start to open fire, hoping to give us a little breathing room and a head start. The front wheels ram up and over the curb that borders the ditch and Melissa cranks the wheel to the left, hoping to give us the angle we need to avoid-.
“Fuck!” Melissa shouts. “We’re stuck!”
The truck bottoms out on the curb as the front end goes over, the undercarriage catching on the cement. She pushes her foot to the floor, hoping to get some traction, but the truck is rear wheel drive and those rear wheels are about a quarter inch off the ground.
“Everyone up against the tailgate!” Melissa shouts.
“Good idea,” I say, “that’ll redistribute the weight so the tires can touch again.”
Then it hits me. The physics of what’s about to happen.
“No! Wait!” I yell just as the rear tires touch asphalt.
The truck shoots forward and everyone that wasn’t hanging on tight in the bed goes tumbling over the tailgate. I hear the thuds of bodies against pavement, but can’t focus on that. I have to focus on the line of trees that’s rocketing towards us. Or, I guess, we’re the ones rocketing towards the trees.
“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!” I scream and am joined by similar sentiments as the truck smashes into a couple of small pines.
The trees snap in half and we keep going, but not very far, as we wedge between two larger pines. The truck comes to a jarring halt and steam geysers out from under the hood.
“Everyone out!” I yell. “Go, go, go!”
Elsbeth is already out of the truck and sprinting back up the hill.
“El! Stop!” I shout as I race after her.
“Jace! Where the hell are you going?” Melissa yells as she helps Brenda and Mindy out of the truck. Blood is pouring down her face from a nasty gash across her forehead, but she ignores the wound, her eyes locked onto me. “Get your ass back here, Long Pork!”
PCs that didn’t fall out start moving the women the rest of the way down the hill towards a large iron fence at the bottom. The border of the Biltmore estate.
I keep climbing, scrambling back up the hill to the parking lot. A wail of agony blasts across the landscape and I fear I know why. I know that voice.
“No! NO NO NO!” Elsbeth screams as I crest the hill and see her kneeling next to Julio’s broken body.
His head is at an unnatural angle and blood pools everywhere. She reaches for him, about to touch his face, but pulls her hand back. Stuart, busy helping two PCs carry another PC with a snapped leg, looks at me, down at Julio , and then over his shoulder at the parking lot swarm that has skipped horde status and gone right to a full on herd.
“We have thirty seconds,” Stuart says, his face a rictus of pain and grief. “Don’t let her fall behind.”
“Jesus,” I say as I crouch next to Elsbeth. “I’m sorry, El. I’m so sorry.”
She pulls one of her blades and places the tip to Julio’s temple. I can see her strain with the effort to administer the final, killing blow. The stab that will make sure Julio doesn’t come back a Z.
“I…can’t…,” she says, turning to me. Her eyes. Oh,
We see thousands.
A small squeak from behind me tells me Mindy Starling can count too. Good for her.
“That’s a lot of death,” Elsbeth says.
“No shit, girl,” Melissa says. “Oh, fuck!”
Melissa slams on the brakes and my forehead slams into the dashboard. A little painful example of cause and effect. Even in the apocalypse, one should wear their seatbelt. Ouch.
“Madre de Dios,” Julio says from the window. “Can you get us around? Over there. See!”
The parking lot is swarmed with Zs. They’re scaling the other side of the hill that butts up against I-40. We can’t go forward except for a drainage ditch that Julio is pointing at.
“Do it,” I say to Melissa. “Follow the ditch. Get us out of here.”
The truck lurches forward and Melissa turns it towards the ditch. The swarm of Zs is almost on us and the PCs start to open fire, hoping to give us a little breathing room and a head start. The front wheels ram up and over the curb that borders the ditch and Melissa cranks the wheel to the left, hoping to give us the angle we need to avoid-.
“Fuck!” Melissa shouts. “We’re stuck!”
The truck bottoms out on the curb as the front end goes over, the undercarriage catching on the cement. She pushes her foot to the floor, hoping to get some traction, but the truck is rear wheel drive and those rear wheels are about a quarter inch off the ground.
“Everyone up against the tailgate!” Melissa shouts.
“Good idea,” I say, “that’ll redistribute the weight so the tires can touch again.”
Then it hits me. The physics of what’s about to happen.
“No! Wait!” I yell just as the rear tires touch asphalt.
The truck shoots forward and everyone that wasn’t hanging on tight in the bed goes tumbling over the tailgate. I hear the thuds of bodies against pavement, but can’t focus on that. I have to focus on the line of trees that’s rocketing towards us. Or, I guess, we’re the ones rocketing towards the trees.
“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!” I scream and am joined by similar sentiments as the truck smashes into a couple of small pines.
The trees snap in half and we keep going, but not very far, as we wedge between two larger pines. The truck comes to a jarring halt and steam geysers out from under the hood.
“Everyone out!” I yell. “Go, go, go!”
Elsbeth is already out of the truck and sprinting back up the hill.
“El! Stop!” I shout as I race after her.
“Jace! Where the hell are you going?” Melissa yells as she helps Brenda and Mindy out of the truck. Blood is pouring down her face from a nasty gash across her forehead, but she ignores the wound, her eyes locked onto me. “Get your ass back here, Long Pork!”
PCs that didn’t fall out start moving the women the rest of the way down the hill towards a large iron fence at the bottom. The border of the Biltmore estate.
I keep climbing, scrambling back up the hill to the parking lot. A wail of agony blasts across the landscape and I fear I know why. I know that voice.
“No! NO NO NO!” Elsbeth screams as I crest the hill and see her kneeling next to Julio’s broken body.
His head is at an unnatural angle and blood pools everywhere. She reaches for him, about to touch his face, but pulls her hand back. Stuart, busy helping two PCs carry another PC with a snapped leg, looks at me, down at Julio , and then over his shoulder at the parking lot swarm that has skipped horde status and gone right to a full on herd.
“We have thirty seconds,” Stuart says, his face a rictus of pain and grief. “Don’t let her fall behind.”
“Jesus,” I say as I crouch next to Elsbeth. “I’m sorry, El. I’m so sorry.”
She pulls one of her blades and places the tip to Julio’s temple. I can see her strain with the effort to administer the final, killing blow. The stab that will make sure Julio doesn’t come back a Z.
“I…can’t…,” she says, turning to me. Her eyes. Oh,
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