Those close to you chapter 7
The alarm had been sounded, which meant bad things for the trio. The piercing sound the alarm rang throughout the dealership, but Jack was pretty sure it could be heard from all over, and that worried him. The man searched frantically for the alarm, trying to find a switch to turn it off. When he couldn't, he simply shot the audio speakers on the ceiling, and it worked surprisingly. Jack went to check on the rest of his little posse and found both of them on the ground, covering their ears and flinching.
"It's over guys." Jack announced, tapping the disoriented hunters with his boot. The two got up, and reoriented themselves. For a few seconds, there was silence, nothing moved an inch. The two hunters crouched down, staring off into the distance, which meant only one thing, the horde.
"Quick, get in the damn truck now!" Jack opened the back door and let the two hunters in. Jack got into the driver's seat, and put the keys in the ignition.
"Please work." Jack prayed as he turned the keys. When he heard the soft rumble of the engine begin, Jack sighed with relief.
"Hang on!" Jack slammed on the gas and the truck sped off through the glass of the dealership.
"Ha ha, that's the kind of shit you only see in movies!" Jack chuckled, feeling child-like joy from the utter destruction. Jack pulled on highway 81 and zoomed down the road at eighty miles an hour, hoping to avoid the horde. Jack wasn't so lucky. Jack looked into the rear view to see what looked like a stadium's worth of infected running behind him.
"Really?! These motherfuckers can run at 80 miles an hour?! Fuck!" Jack became more frustrated when he had to dodge all the abandoned cars that riddled the highway. Jack was pleasantly surprised to see that the road wasn't completely clogged. If it was, his whole plan would be all for nothing. Jack almost lost control when he ran over a boomer that charged at the truck from the front. The entire front of the truck was covered in gibs and bile from the boomer. Jack turned on the windshield wipers just in time to avoid a semi that he nearly collided with.
"Looks like motherfucker had too much to eat." Jack could here Brett laugh in the back seat, at least the mysterious hunter had a sense of humor. Jack knew he had to do something about the horde behind him, he couldn't outrun them forever. Jack them got a fucking stupid idea in his head, so stupid it might actually work.
"Victoria, hand me my shotgun!" Victoria knew that her father was about to do something stupid, but she complied. Jack saw a gas truck up the road, he knew what to do. He lowered the window, aimed the shotgun with his left hand, and fired. The pellets hit the tank on the semi, allowing the gas to spill out. Jack stopped the truck, flinging the two hunters against the back seat like ragdolls. Jack backed the truck into the puddle that had formed on the road. He burned the tires on the gas, igniting it. Jack sped off, looking I the rear view mirror was the fire entered the truck, and exploded. The fourth of July had come early. Just as Jack planned, the horde ran to the flames, and burned in the mini hell that Jack had created.
"Yehaw!" Jack cheered "I can't believe that actually worked." Jack's celebration was cut short when he heard growling in the back seat. Victoria climbed into the passenger seat and gave her father the death stare.
"What? It worked didn't it?" Victoria balled up her fist and punched her father in the shoulder.
"Ow! Okay fine, that was the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life, okay?" Victoria, now satisfied, climbed into the back seat and cuddled up against Brett. Jack took an exit that lead into a small shopping district that might hold supplies. After a short while jack came across the holy grail of any zombie apocalypse, a Wal-Mart. Jack drove into the parking lot and parked in the handicapped spot just because he could. Jack got out let opened the back door for the hunters.
"There better be something in there damn it."
