It was like the scene of a movie. You'd expect a tumbleweed to roll across the road any moment now. Our car rocketed towards down the hill. We were gaining speed as Frank shifted again.
"Oh shit! Oh shit!" I said. We were closing in, the speedometer read 45. At about 20 yards away from the horde, were going 60. Then we hit.
The initial smack sent shivers up my spine. All the sunlight was cut out from the inside of car by the pile of bodies. Their screams and growls were deafening, even over the car's engine. We weren't in there long though, as suddenly the sunlight shined through the windshield and Frank broke us out from the mass.
The car bumped up into the air as we ran over a body on our escape. It was an incredible sight, the cornfields rolling past all the death.
"Nice going Frankie boy!" Buddy smacked the driver seat.
Frank shook his head with wide eyes, "Yeah, I need a cigarette."
We drove down the road that looped the outer rim of the field and along the back of a hillside.
Jenny quickly turned around, "Wait! Do any of you have cell phones?"
I checked my pockets, but realized that I must have left in my car.
Ashley pulled hers out and handed it over to Jenny saying, "I tried it before, but the screen was smashed when we fell…"
"Nobody else?" Jenny asked amazed. "I never keep mine on me when I'm on duty."
Frank looked around at each of us. "What? I can't afford the cell bills!"
We rounded the turn and dropped below the field, running parallel to a stream near the woods.
"Where do we go?" Frank asked.
"There has to be some people in this place…somewhere," I said.
The car rocked a little, and Frank looked out his window.
"Then let's just keep going until we come across somebody," Buddy said.
We drove for hours, until the sun began to set below the horizon. We hadn't passed any neighborhoods or towns along the way. Finally we decided to pull into an old, roadside gas station. It was hidden amongst the trees, but a big sign that read "Moe's Diner" reeled us in. We exited the car, happy to stretch our legs and work out the stiffness. There weren't any other cars parked in the gravel-filled lot.
"Alright, we'll stay here for the night, fill up the car, and leave in the morning," Jenny said.
I laughed, "You sure handle the zombie thing nicely, don't you?"
She eyed me, "Who said they were zombies?"
"Aw, come on mate, what else were they?" Frank asked popping open the gas lid.
Jenny stopped him, "Wait, now we haven't even checked! There might be people in here! Definitely a phone!"
The thought filled us with a sudden burst of energy, and we all rushed into the gas station. Inside, it was a little walk in diner with red sofa booths that lined the window side closet to the door. A bar ran across the far side. Behind the bar was the kitchen, and the restrooms were on the far left side.
Jenny walked towards the bar, her boots thumping across the ground. The crickets outside had begun chirping awhile ago now.
"Hello?" Jenny called.
I walked back towards the restrooms to take a look around. Frank slyly slipped over the bar and popped open the register grinning.
"Hey! That's still stealing!" Jenny warned.
Frank closed the register angrily, and paused looking beneath the counter. His eyes lit up happily. "Hey! Look!" he reached below and revealed a shotgun when he emerged. It was all black with wooden grip pumps and a wooden stock.
"Damn!" Buddy commented taking a seat in one of the booths. Jenny was walking over to confiscate the firearm when Frank hurdled back across the booth holding a box of shells.
"Stop!" she said.
Frankie began loading the gun, "Look, in our situation, I think we may need more than your pistol!"
I put my hand up and caught Jenny's words in her mouth, "He's right…"
She put her hands in the air, "Fine!" she began walking away, "That's the way it's gonna' be…"
Buddy waved Frankie over, "Let me take a look at 'er!"
I passed by the Frankie who was beaming and pointing out parts to Buddy. Then I remembered Ashley. I turned back to see her just standing by the doorway holding her arm. It seemed like everybody was getting along just fine. Jenny and I were on good terms and Buddy and Frankie seemed to be alright with each other too. Ashley just didn't…fit in. I mean, not because of her looks, because I explained before that Jenny was also pretty, but her attitude. Jenny was a cop, so naturally the whole situation didn't spook her as much. It was still a shocker, I imagine, but not like it is to somebody like Ashley. Ashley probably just sits home texting all day to her friends and lives the innocent life.
Buddy was a straight up redneck. He fit right in to this place, and he actually seemed to enjoy it.
Frankie on the other hand, was a punk. Not in the offensive way, but the kind of kid who doesn't really care what situation he was in.
I walked back to the door and put my hand on Ashley's shoulder, causing her to jump a little.
"Hey, I'm going to fill up the car, why don't you come?" I asked trying not to make it sound too awkward.
She looked at me like she was about to cry. Her fingertips were just barely touching her cheek and she squinted a little. "Um, yeah."
Good enough, I decided opening the door and walking out into the parking lot. The sun had set by now, and a small light from the diner shined out onto the gravel.
"You feel alright?" I asked.
She took a moment to answer, and then she shocked me. "Look, I don't know who you people are, I got thrown into a portal, and I'm being chased by zombies!"
I turned around with a surprised look, "Well, sorry if we don't exactly pair up the way you want, but I can tell you this, you want to stay in this group, you should get used to us."
She put a hand on her forehead and sighed, "It's not you people, it's just…I don't know if you're all just bullshiting me or this is real."
I looked towards the sky. The stars were beginning to glint above us.
"Oh, it's real."
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