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back, and were now blocking our path through the kitchen.
We instantaneously and simultaneously changed direction, reminiscent of a flock of birds changing direction in flight, and scrambled for the only remaining exit left, the front door of the house, which was rapidly being overrun by zombies, from outside and from behind us.
Moving as fast as we could, we ran down the hallway making for the front door. Fortunately, no zombies had infiltrated that far into the house yet, so we were able to reach the front door without having to dispatch anymore-poor souls on our way.
A split second later, we were at the front door with the three zombies following close behind.
I grabbed the door handle and jerked the door open; I threw my shoulder against the storm door, bending it somewhat as I opened it past its maximum and slammed it hard into the side of the porch.
“Come on Jake,” I yelled as I raised my rifle and fired a shot into the head of a female zombie that was standing in the middle of the walkway blocking my path.
As the snarling cannibal dropped in front of me, what was left of its head hit the concrete and made a nauseating thud.
I heard the storm door slam behind Jacob as he lunged quickly through the doorway and onto the porch.
Without breaking stride, Jacob hoisted his carbine to his shoulder and popped off two rounds into the head of an undead that I hadn't seen, as it stumbled toward me from the side of the house.
By now, Gin had moved over to the passenger seat of the van, and Billy had jumped into the back of the van and opened the side door that faced the house.
We ran for the van through a plethora of those homicidal maniacs, firing as we went, dropping most, but missing some, nonetheless, we were creating a vista of horrible carnage in our wake, that under any normal circumstances would have sickened us to the point of vomiting.
We were only a few feet from the safety of the vehicle, when shots rang out from our neighbor's front yard.
Jacob's friend Norton and his father Joe, had been forced out of their house by a group of zombies, and were engaging them on their front lawn.
"It's Norton and his dad," Jacob yelled, as he abruptly stopped.
"Get in," I shouted. "There's not enough room in the boat for any more people."
"Hurry up, get in," Billy screamed, as he saw zombies approaching from the other side of the van.
Jacob screamed back.
"Can’t we help them?"
"No we can't," I answered. "There's nothing we can do for them, they’re on their own son, just like us. Now get in the van!"
Jacob looked very sad as he climbed into our vehicle and closed the door behind him, still watching his friend Norton fending off a growing number of the undead by his father's side.
Fortunately for us, and unfortunately for Joe and Norton, they had unwittingly aided us in our escape, as the sound of their gun shots drew some of the zombies that had been focused on us to their front yard.
Jumping into the driver's seat, I crammed the van into drive and stomped down on the accelerator pedal, the vehicle lurched forward causing my door to slam, and as we launched ourselves out of the driveway and into the street, I saw Jacob in the rearview mirror staring out the back window at his friend Norton still battling zombies at his father's side.
"We could have helped them," he said, almost in tears.
"We just barely made it out of there ourselves. We were lucky none of us were bit, or scratched, or something. If we would have gone to help them, there was a very good chance that we all would have been killed." I said, trying to justify our leaving them to fend for themselves.
"It's too late now," I said sadly. "We've got to concentrate on getting the boat in the water, we're not far from the river, but we don't know what we'll run into on the way, or what will be there to greet us when we get there."
"Besides, Joe is an ex-marine just like your dad, and they were still alive when we last saw them, we got away, and
We instantaneously and simultaneously changed direction, reminiscent of a flock of birds changing direction in flight, and scrambled for the only remaining exit left, the front door of the house, which was rapidly being overrun by zombies, from outside and from behind us.
Moving as fast as we could, we ran down the hallway making for the front door. Fortunately, no zombies had infiltrated that far into the house yet, so we were able to reach the front door without having to dispatch anymore-poor souls on our way.
A split second later, we were at the front door with the three zombies following close behind.
I grabbed the door handle and jerked the door open; I threw my shoulder against the storm door, bending it somewhat as I opened it past its maximum and slammed it hard into the side of the porch.
“Come on Jake,” I yelled as I raised my rifle and fired a shot into the head of a female zombie that was standing in the middle of the walkway blocking my path.
As the snarling cannibal dropped in front of me, what was left of its head hit the concrete and made a nauseating thud.
I heard the storm door slam behind Jacob as he lunged quickly through the doorway and onto the porch.
Without breaking stride, Jacob hoisted his carbine to his shoulder and popped off two rounds into the head of an undead that I hadn't seen, as it stumbled toward me from the side of the house.
By now, Gin had moved over to the passenger seat of the van, and Billy had jumped into the back of the van and opened the side door that faced the house.
We ran for the van through a plethora of those homicidal maniacs, firing as we went, dropping most, but missing some, nonetheless, we were creating a vista of horrible carnage in our wake, that under any normal circumstances would have sickened us to the point of vomiting.
We were only a few feet from the safety of the vehicle, when shots rang out from our neighbor's front yard.
Jacob's friend Norton and his father Joe, had been forced out of their house by a group of zombies, and were engaging them on their front lawn.
"It's Norton and his dad," Jacob yelled, as he abruptly stopped.
"Get in," I shouted. "There's not enough room in the boat for any more people."
"Hurry up, get in," Billy screamed, as he saw zombies approaching from the other side of the van.
Jacob screamed back.
"Can’t we help them?"
"No we can't," I answered. "There's nothing we can do for them, they’re on their own son, just like us. Now get in the van!"
Jacob looked very sad as he climbed into our vehicle and closed the door behind him, still watching his friend Norton fending off a growing number of the undead by his father's side.
Fortunately for us, and unfortunately for Joe and Norton, they had unwittingly aided us in our escape, as the sound of their gun shots drew some of the zombies that had been focused on us to their front yard.
Jumping into the driver's seat, I crammed the van into drive and stomped down on the accelerator pedal, the vehicle lurched forward causing my door to slam, and as we launched ourselves out of the driveway and into the street, I saw Jacob in the rearview mirror staring out the back window at his friend Norton still battling zombies at his father's side.
"We could have helped them," he said, almost in tears.
"We just barely made it out of there ourselves. We were lucky none of us were bit, or scratched, or something. If we would have gone to help them, there was a very good chance that we all would have been killed." I said, trying to justify our leaving them to fend for themselves.
"It's too late now," I said sadly. "We've got to concentrate on getting the boat in the water, we're not far from the river, but we don't know what we'll run into on the way, or what will be there to greet us when we get there."
"Besides, Joe is an ex-marine just like your dad, and they were still alive when we last saw them, we got away, and
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