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We traveled down the road for a while not seeing anything. Then I saw Susan swerved in front of me and then body's start to fly from each side of her truck. I followed as close as I could behind her not wanting any of them to get between us. As we drove past some of them I recognized them as some of the ones that were chasing us earlier. It was almost like they lost sight of us and stopped moving.

Susan's truck in front of us started to slow down after we got through them. I didn't know why so I got on the CB and asked why. There was no response and I pulled out to the side to see if I could see what was wrong. I could see Susan hanging half out of the cab with her rifle pointed in front of he. She fired once and then got back in and gassed it. I saw a body come tumbling to the side of the truck and figured out that a dead head had climbed on the front of the truck.

"Every things fine Kyle." I heard Susan come back across the radio. "Marks not looking good though."

I couldn't think of a thing to say back so I just said OK.

As we were coming into the outskirts of town again we started to see more dead again. And just like when we came through the first time we keep ed driving avoiding them if we could. Susan came back on the radio and told me to turn the channel to Pedro's channel so I did.

We could hear Pedro yelling on the radio "Get the fuck out of there!"

Another voice came back. "They got us pinned down, we can't." We heard gun fire in the back ground.

"How many are there?" Came Pedro's voice.

There saw some static for a minute and then "I think about ten or so." more gun fire in the back ground.

Susan came back over the radio and said "Where are you at?"

The voice came back."Over at Woody's lumber yard. Were pinned in the office."

"Were only about two miles from there, we can be there in a couple of minutes." Susan said over the radio. She then turned the truck down another road and speed up. I groined and turned after her. The dog barked happily.

"Keep an eye out for any of there buddy's that may be near by." Pedro said over the radio. "we'll get there as soon as we can."

"How many dead are there?" I asked over the radio.

"There not dead!" the voice came over the radio. "Its a biker gang that wants our trucks!"

This wasn't going to be good I thought. I followed Susan as she speed through a more populated part of town. I knew where Woody's was, and I knew the way she was going. She was going in the most straight path possible to get there. The down side was it was through one of the most populated areas in town.

Within a few minutes we started to see more and more dead. Susan stopped swerving to hit them and just drove strait down the road going about forty miles an hour. I followed as close as I could in my little pickup but some of the dead still got in front of me. I was mowing them down and they were hitting the side of the truck left and right. The dog started to bark at the back window and I looked back to see one of them had grabbed hold and pulled itself onto the back of the truck.

I reached for my rifle and had second thoughts. I wasn't going to roll the window down and hang out to shot it. There were to many dead heads around us and more were coming at us every second. They were pouring out of the houses and apartments all around us. I didn't want to shoot out the back. That would break the window and that was the last barrier between me and them. I decided to swerve and see if I could knock him off that way.

I cranked the wheel back and forth and watched as the one in the back fell over the side. I smiled, but that was short lived as I saw a couple of more latch on as I drove by and crawl on. The dog was barking even more. I stopped swerving and tried to think of what to do at the same time trying to follow Susan. The dead head in the back of the truck seemed to be having a hard time standing up so I decided to keep an eye on them in stead of trying to knock them off. When one of them got on its feet I would swerve and knock it back off its feet. That was all I could think of doing. Then Susan came back over the radio.

"Were here!" I heard her yell over the radio.

I could see around the truck in front of us as she plowed through the fence. I looked behind us at the four dead in the back of my truck and the couple of thousand it seemed behind us. And thought to my self "How the fuck do I get myself into things like this. Just then a hand came crashing through the back window grabbing me on the shoulder.