were bearing down, we had half a minute tops to get out of here. After that it would take a major gun battle and a shitload of ammo I didn’t want to waste on these flunkies. No, this ammo was being especially saved for the queen bee and her minions.
Travis let fly some well-aimed lead. The closest zombie’s forward momentum brought his headless body skidding to a halt. Travis’ next shot ripped an arm from the elbow down clean off its victim. The zombie did not slow a beat as thick half congealed blood dropped in fat globules from the wound.
Tracy hopped into her new Subaru hatchback after she made sure all the kids were in and secure. She gave me one long look and mouthed words to me which were unmistakable. “You promised.” Gary, Justin, Travis and I set up a small firing line to give Tracy some safe clearance from our pursuers. Legs crumpled, heads disintegrated, blood arced, and still they came. Injuries that should have sent our attackers shrieking into the night had absolutely no effect to the throng. They trampled over their fallen without pause or hesitation, their need to feed far surpassing any other feeling they might possess. But something was happening here, wasn’t it? The mere fact that they hunted together implied some sort of cohesion, a hive mentality maybe? Could these ones also be under Eliza’s control? How far did her powers extend?
These were all higher functioning questions that I ran through as I took a breath, aimed, fired, reacquired, took a breath, aimed, fired.
“I can do this all day motherfuckers!!” I screamed. They didn’t care.
Travis and Gary were running to the far side of the truck as Justin tugged on my sleeve.
“Dad, time for a hasty retreat!” Justin yelled over my death dealing cycle.
I dropped two more before I let my self-preservation kick in. Tracy hadn’t been gone more than three minutes and I had almost broken my promise. Yeah, this was starting off just the way I wanted it to.
‘I miss you my love, but not as much as I will,’ I thought.
CHAPTER TEN – Tracy
“Pretty lady. Why are you crying? My mom says crying makes your asscarrots run,” Angel said.
Tracy could only look at the small child in confusion.
“Angie, no swearing!” Ryan berated her from the back seat.
“What?” Angel asked indignantly. “I only told the pretty lady her asscarrots would run! I did not say a bad word!” Tracy understood now. “Did you mean mascara? My mascara would run?” Angel nodded as if this is what she had said all along, then she turned around to stick her tongue out at her brother.
“Thank you sweetie. I needed that,” Tracy said. “I was crying because I miss my family.” “Like I miss my mommy and daddy?” Angel asked.
“Just like that,” Tracy answered her.
“Oh. I don’t like that feeling,” Angel told her matter-of-factly.
“Me neither, sweetie.”
“Will you ever see them again like I will see my mommy and daddy again?”
Tracy wanted to tell Angel that absolutely NOT like that. If Angel’s parents were still alive there was a good chance they had been participants in the mob of zombies that had been attacking the rest stop. Tracy was glad they got out of there when they did. She had been fearful that they might have spotted people that the kids had known.
Tracy was vague but Angel only heard the words she wanted to hear. “Someday sweetie, we will all be reunited with the ones we love.” Angel might have missed the subtleness but it was not lost on Ryan. He knew what Mrs. Talbot was trying to avoid saying but wisely thought better of calling her on it. ‘I guess this is what it means to grow up,’ he thought to himself sourly.
The hours droned on as Tracy drove, deep in her own thoughts. The boys occasionally horsed around in the back seat but it was more of a remembered activity, something they were supposed to do as opposed to wanting to do. They were seeking ways to strive for normalcy in a screw ed up world.
It
Travis let fly some well-aimed lead. The closest zombie’s forward momentum brought his headless body skidding to a halt. Travis’ next shot ripped an arm from the elbow down clean off its victim. The zombie did not slow a beat as thick half congealed blood dropped in fat globules from the wound.
Tracy hopped into her new Subaru hatchback after she made sure all the kids were in and secure. She gave me one long look and mouthed words to me which were unmistakable. “You promised.” Gary, Justin, Travis and I set up a small firing line to give Tracy some safe clearance from our pursuers. Legs crumpled, heads disintegrated, blood arced, and still they came. Injuries that should have sent our attackers shrieking into the night had absolutely no effect to the throng. They trampled over their fallen without pause or hesitation, their need to feed far surpassing any other feeling they might possess. But something was happening here, wasn’t it? The mere fact that they hunted together implied some sort of cohesion, a hive mentality maybe? Could these ones also be under Eliza’s control? How far did her powers extend?
These were all higher functioning questions that I ran through as I took a breath, aimed, fired, reacquired, took a breath, aimed, fired.
“I can do this all day motherfuckers!!” I screamed. They didn’t care.
Travis and Gary were running to the far side of the truck as Justin tugged on my sleeve.
“Dad, time for a hasty retreat!” Justin yelled over my death dealing cycle.
I dropped two more before I let my self-preservation kick in. Tracy hadn’t been gone more than three minutes and I had almost broken my promise. Yeah, this was starting off just the way I wanted it to.
‘I miss you my love, but not as much as I will,’ I thought.
CHAPTER TEN – Tracy
“Pretty lady. Why are you crying? My mom says crying makes your asscarrots run,” Angel said.
Tracy could only look at the small child in confusion.
“Angie, no swearing!” Ryan berated her from the back seat.
“What?” Angel asked indignantly. “I only told the pretty lady her asscarrots would run! I did not say a bad word!” Tracy understood now. “Did you mean mascara? My mascara would run?” Angel nodded as if this is what she had said all along, then she turned around to stick her tongue out at her brother.
“Thank you sweetie. I needed that,” Tracy said. “I was crying because I miss my family.” “Like I miss my mommy and daddy?” Angel asked.
“Just like that,” Tracy answered her.
“Oh. I don’t like that feeling,” Angel told her matter-of-factly.
“Me neither, sweetie.”
“Will you ever see them again like I will see my mommy and daddy again?”
Tracy wanted to tell Angel that absolutely NOT like that. If Angel’s parents were still alive there was a good chance they had been participants in the mob of zombies that had been attacking the rest stop. Tracy was glad they got out of there when they did. She had been fearful that they might have spotted people that the kids had known.
Tracy was vague but Angel only heard the words she wanted to hear. “Someday sweetie, we will all be reunited with the ones we love.” Angel might have missed the subtleness but it was not lost on Ryan. He knew what Mrs. Talbot was trying to avoid saying but wisely thought better of calling her on it. ‘I guess this is what it means to grow up,’ he thought to himself sourly.
The hours droned on as Tracy drove, deep in her own thoughts. The boys occasionally horsed around in the back seat but it was more of a remembered activity, something they were supposed to do as opposed to wanting to do. They were seeking ways to strive for normalcy in a screw ed up world.
It
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