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good idea to just leave. Normally, I would
not have cared, but we were in the trailer of the truck. We all
awoke to the rumble of the engine and the sudden take off. The
bastard locked us in "for our own good" and took off for home. He
said he knew going back to the city was suicide, and he would not
let us do that. We were banging on the walls trying to get his
attention and trying to get him to stop. That’s when I heard his
trademarked whoop as he ran over groups of living dead.
Every time he would run over a few, it would knock us around. He
began swerving to hit them. The truck would violently yank to the
left or the right, and then we would feel the familiar bump and
hear the hoot from Malice. As much fun as this was for him, we were
getting pretty banged up.
    During one violent yank, the truck tipped
sideways as it had a few times before. Only this time, he could not
recover. The truck began flipping sideways, like someone rolling a
brick down a hill. We must have flipped three of four times before
coming to a stop against a building.
    The truck bed was ripped in half. Me, Cole,
and Tonya were in one side; Brett, Spook, Paula, and Ken were in
the other side. I lay on the wall—now the floor of the truck—where
I’d landed until I heard Paula screaming and crying. I jumped up,
blood rushing down my arm from a large cut on my shoulder. As I
looked around, I saw Cole and Tonya helping each other up. They
appeared to be okay, just a little banged up. I jumped out of the
trailer and made my way over to the other side. Paula was holding
Brett’s now-lifeless body. His neck was contorted in a very
unnatural way. Spook was behind her, trying to help Ken, who was
trapped, penned between two pieces of the trailer. His leg was
crushed, blood flowing freely from just above his knee. He was pale
and almost completely unresponsive. I ran over to Spook, trying in
vain to pull back the metal. The more we worked, the more damage we
were causing. Now, as if to mock us even more, Cole began yelling
something about zombies coming. I ran to look. He was right. A
massive group had obviously heard our wreck and was coming after
its meal. We had a decision to make. Do we leave Ken here or pull
him, no matter how much damage was done? Either way, we had to go.
Ken made the decision for us. He reached down and grabbed the gun
Spook had in his belt. He told us to go. He was dead either
way.
    We left Brett's body lying next to Ken. As we
ran into the nearest building, we could hear Ken shooting multiple
times, then nothing but silence.
    There we stood, all of us bloodied and banged
up. Tonya tended my wounds, and Cole sat in the corner crying for
his lost friend. Spook and Paula held each other and kept watch.
Malice was gone, nowhere to be seen. I swear to God if I ever see
that man again, I will blow his fucking head off.
    How much more can we take?

Day 36
     
    The power has been going off and on all day.
I guess that is just one more problem to add to our growing number.
Tonya made some makeshift stitches for my arm. The pain was almost
unbearable. I had to bite down on a stick to keep from screaming.
Tonya has been a lifesaver to me; I want to get to know her a
little better. Everyday I like her more and more. I truly believe
she would do anything for any of us. She sat next to me and talked
most of the night. She told me so much about her past, but it just
made me want to know more. Or do I? Should I even try to get close
to anyone ever again? It seems as if every time I get close to
someone, they end up dead.
    Other than Tonya talking to me, there was no
one else even saying a word. After what we have been through, there
was not much to say. We saw quite a few zombies walk (if that’s
what you call it) past the building we are in, but none of them
even glanced in our direction. That is a good thing, since I would
not be able to offer any help. Our plan is to just keep quiet and
stay put for a few days. We are all bruised pretty good