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It was too close, coming too fast, and too soon. So close that I could see it's matted black hair, it's unzipped winter jacket rippling in the wind, the blood on it's shirt not even dried, still tickling, this one was new...just born.
I let go of the wheel as soon as I felt Thor's massive hand pass over my thigh, en route to the wheel, leaning his massive frame towards me, and still firing wildly. But I brought the rifle up, sighting quickly, but not rashly. And I brought up that tranquil concentration Dan had taught me. The concentration that, when implemented correctly, narrows your vision to your target. It muffles your hearing so that everything else falls away, and all that is left is the cold barrel against your shoulder, and your target.
The moment the shot rang out, and I felt that bracing shock of the recoil, I knew I had missed. Red blossomed at the neck, a pulsing spray, and knocked the demon off-balance, the creature fell. But with hardly a pause, it lifted it's head, teeth bared in a horrifying snarl, before jumping to it's feet again and rushing head long at me. Vaguely I heard the blasts of a hand gun, and someone trying to pull me from the window. I shook myself and raised the rifle again. Either way, this would be my last shot. I sent the bullet, finally, and it couldn't have been more close. Entering the brain at the far right of the forehead, the shot was only a hairs breath away from being useless, it had almost just grazed the scalp. I felt the slight spray of his life's blood spit onto my outstretched hand, the one that clutched the shotgun.
But despite it all, as the body fell, I let out a joyous, euphoric whoop. Retaking the wheel, I cried out again as I felt adrenaline and sheer joy at still being alive overtake me. I jerked the wheel again, sending us in a bouncing acre as I deliberately plowed through a few chasing undead, yelling at the top of lungs and thumping on the steering wheel.
Trent and Thor took up the cry and let off something akin to a war whoop as they once again leaned out the window. "This is insane!" I heard Trent yell, a laugh in his voice. "Yeah, but I think all this shit merits insanity!" I yelled back with a grin. Turning the wheel back I continued to loop around and around till the pulsing crowd thinned and we took out the last one that stumbled after us in the snowy field.
"Phew!" I commented, sighing in relief, hands still tense on the wheel. "That was amazing!" Thor said, grin on his lips, turning his massive head to look at me, "Where did you learn to handle a gun like that?" He questioned, eyes twinkling. My strange sense of joy immediately sobered, and the memory of Dan's kind, open face flashed before my own, but when he turned away, his face transformed, milky eyes blossomed where bright blue eyes had one been, and a trail of blood gushed forth from his open mouth...I shook my head, violently and stared ahead again, an uncomfortably silence stretched till I realized he was awaiting my answer. "Dan did..." I finally replied. He was silent for a moment, then replied: "Well, I wish I had, had the chance to meet him." He finished, before looking ahead again.
...'You have no idea..' I thought silently.
Giving Tia an encouraging pat from the backseat, the view in my mirror caught my eye. Or, to be more precise, the lack of a view.
...David and Rachel were no where to be seen...