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It was about another ten miles when we came across a small field. It was open and clear. I figured we could park in the middle of it and the guys can go to the bathroom and we would have a clear view all around and plenty of time to get out of there of any dead came along. I radioed it the others and they all agreed. We pulled into the field and parked in a three vehicle circle. It was more of a triangle.
Toby and the other guy (I still hadn't figured out his name) jumped out and immediately unzipped and started to go. I got out and looked at my pants. They were still wet.
"You weren't kidding! Were you Kyle." Mason said coming up to me with a box of beer under his arm.
I looked at him for a second. "You were suppose to be the radio guy back there Mason. What were you thinking?"
Mason just pulled a beer out of the box he was holding and handed it to me. "You didn't say that the second time we went in to that place."
I raised my hand ready to say something else but it all went out of my head when he said that. I just reached out and took the beer. I opened it and took a long drink of it. It was warm and tasted like a light beer, but it was wonderful. I held it out and read it. Coors light. I didn't even care.
Several of the others came up to us and took some beers themselves. We stood around just happy to be stretching our legs and talking about little things. No one said a thing about what happened back at the store. I had a second and then a third beer. It had been a while since I had any and I was starting to feel the funny thing you get when you start to be buzzed. I liked it and started to reach for another one. When a hand stopped me.
I looked up to see Dominic. "What?" I asked.
He just held his finger up to his mouth and pointed back at the road. We all followed his hand. There on the road was about a half dozen shambling dead walking along the road. We all duct behind the trucks and watched them. They hadn't seen us and seemed to be just walking down the road with out a care in the world. If it wasn't for the fact that we could see a few of them with missing arms or a head cocked at an odd angle we would of just assumed they were just a family out for a stroll.
As they moved out of site of where we were I stood up only to be pulled down by Dominic. I looked at him with annoyance and he just pointed. I followed his hand again. Down the road came some more dead. Some of these ones had military uniforms. We watched as more and more came went by. There seemed to be no end in site. None of them saw us or even payed attention to us. We just crouched behind the trucks and watched them go by. We sat there waiting for them to go by for a couple of hours. The line slowly dwindled to a few here and there, but it seemed like it was slacking off.
"Where did they come from?" Mason whispered next to me.
Watching one of them waling by dragging its foot behind it I said "I don't know for sure but I think from that camp we ran across."
"That was almost twenty miles from here!" One of the other guys whispered.
"That was the only other place I saw dead heads with uniform's on" I whispered back watching a little girl missing an arm and caring a teddy bear in the other shamble pass.
"Why didn't they come after us?" another guy said. "They had to see us?"
I thought about it and then said "I didn't see one of them look toward us. Maybe they are just following the road they last saw us on!"
"We turned onto several roads since we saw them last!" Mason whispered.
I looked at him. "I have no ideal why they haven't seen us or why they are on this road." I paused for a second. "I do know they ain't coming after us right now and I want it to stay that way. So stay quiet."
"Ain't! Ain't a word!" Dominic whispered to me.
A couple of the guys snickered to this and then we stayed quite while we waited for the stragglers to walk by. We waited for a half hour after we saw the last one walk by before we decided to get out of there. We started to get in our trucks making room for everyone to fit in the cabs. There was three in each one and we started the engines and started to move.
A dead head came into site following the others just then and saw us. It pointed its hand and started to moan and run after us.
"Gun it!" I yelled at Dominic.
He hit the gas and we aimed right at it. It had come into the field at a full run. Just before we hit it it tripped and fell down in front of us. The truck went right over it. I looked back and saw it lift itself up and look back at us. One of its eyes was missing and then it disappeared and a cloud of red and black mist as the truck behind us hit it full on.
"Shit!" Dominic and John (the other guy in the cab with us) said together.
I looked back around and saw several more dead come into view up the road. I looked back down the way the other dead had gone and could see a few more turning around and heading back towards us. This was not turning out to be a good day. I turned back and looked at the ones coming at us from the other direction and realized these were the slower of the pack that went by us.
Pointing in that direction I yelled "That way!"
Dominic pressed the gas as hard as he could and we leaped onto the road and turned into the dead heading our way. I rolled down the window and put my rifle out to try and shoot a few before we hit them. I pulled the trigger and watched as a round hit the ground in front of one of them. There had to be two dozen in front of us. I pulled the trigger again and hit one in the leg knocking it to the ground.
"Nice shot!" I heard John say as he braced himself against the dash board of the truck.
Dominic aimed the truck dead on the middle of a pack of about ten dead heads. As the truck plowed into them they were knocked all over the place hitting some of the other dead heads who turned to intercept us.. The truck bounced over others and the jarring caused me to loose my grip on my rifle. It dropped to the ground. I watched it bounce as we drove by it. I turned back inside to tell Dominic and John what happened when one of the Zombies latched on to my arm through the window.
I screamed and tried to pull away, but it had me with both of its hands. Dominic started to weave back and forth to try and knock it off, but it wouldn't let go of its meal. On the positive side the swerving kept it from hosting itself up and biting me. On the down side it was taking all I had to keep my arm from being riped out at the socket. I could see its teeth chomping four inches away from my arm. The thing was unable to pull itself up to bite though.
John reached over and stabbed it in the wrist trying to make it let go. The knife went through its wrist and embedded itself in the door. The dead head never let go or even showed any emotion like it was stabbed. But with the knife now holding it to the truck it realized that it could pull itself up more easily. I put my other hand on its fore head and pushed its head away from me. Its teeth were still chomping at me. It was tacking all the strength I had to keep it from biting me.
John tried to pull the knife out but it was jammed. He then he tried to punch the thing in the nose. This just caused me to loose my grip on its forehead, witch caused its head to wipe forward and smash into the truck door a inch from my arm. As it raised its head again I put my hand back on its head.
"You are not helping!" I yelled.
"Sorry!" John yelled back and started to look behind the seat for something to help.
"Use your gun!" Dominic said and then turned right hard to avoid another dead in the road.
John looked at him and then reached for his rifle. He pulled it up but the shoulder strap was wrapped around my foot. As he pulled it lifted my leg pushing me closer to the thing hanging on my arm. I was looking eye to eye with it. We were almost nose to nose. I could feel my arm getting weak and it starting to get closer to its meal. I am not religious man but I sure as shit started to pray then and there. The look in its eye said almost there.
Then something brown went by us and the thing wasn't there anymore. Just its hand grabbing onto my arm with the knife through its wrist. I look back behind us and could see a large tree receding behind us. I could also the dead head laying in a crumpled mess on the ground by it. Dominic had side swiped a tree to get the thing off.
I leaned back and breathed a sigh of relief. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to John who was smiling at me.
"Can I have my knife back?" He pointed to the knife still sticking out of the wrist of the hand that was holding onto my arm.
I pulled the knife with a grunt and handed it to him. I then pried the hand off my arm and let it fall to the ground. As I rolled up the window Dominic pulled back up onto the road. I turned to Him and John and said. "If you don't mind I'm gonna take a nap!" and then promptly passed out.
