No.
Noah gritted his teeth and looked away from the hideous, jawless zombie pressed against the van's window. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the handgun he'd kept. The rest of his guns and ammo were in the back of the van.
The zombie began to vomit a putrid black liquid all over the window. It smashed its face against the glass, cracking it and knocking out the zombie's remaining teeth.
Slade was finally coming to his senses. He sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes. He apparently had no idea what was going on.
Noah turned back to face the zombie. Its tongue lolled against its shredded chest. It beat against the glass with rotting fists. Noah pressed the gun against the glass, squeezed his eyes shut, and pulled the trigger.
The glass exploded, as did the zombies head. Soggy brains and splinters of bone splashed against Noah. Bits of glass embedded themselves into his face. The zombie crumpled to the concrete. Noah opened his eyes wide and turned back to Slade.
"Slade, snap the fuck out of it!" Noah swung the gun around and fired just in front of Slade's face, shattering the driver's side window and dispatching an approaching zombie. Slade yelped and his eyes came into focus.
"What-what the hell is going on?" He shook his head a little and looked at Noah. The stench of rotting zombies wafted in through the broken windows. The howls and moans of the dead were much more audible. "Oh, shit."
Zombies were surrounding the van. Noah counted at least thirty. There should have been more – lots more – but there weren't. Noah couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and curiosity as to where the rest of them were.
"Oh, shit is right! Drive!" Noah screamed. A skeletal arm with strips of grey flesh hanging from it reached into the driver's side window and yanked on Slade's wild hair. "DRIVE!"
Slade smashed the accelerator and the van rocketed into a mob of bodies. He cried out in pain when a clump of his hair was ripped out. Noah glimpsed a near-fleshless zombie shove a handful of Slade's hair into its mouth.
The van crushed its way through the crowd. Zombies fell under the tires and Noah heard their heads pop like grapes. Others rolled up onto the hood and splattered against the windshield before being propelled over the top of the van. When they were clear of the zombie mob one zombie remained pressed against the windshield. It was a little boy. He was missing his lips and his nose, as though they had been chewed off. He beat his little fists against the windshield and wailed. His fingers snapped as they collided with the hard glass.
"Get him off! Get him off!" Noah shouted. He raised the handgun.
"No! I can't drive without a fucking windshield! What do you think is keeping him out right now?"
"You better get him off then, asshole!"
Slade slammed on the brakes without warning. Noah flew forward in his seat. He was restrained by the seatbelt. The breath rushed out of his lungs. The seatbelt dug into his chest and shoulder. Noah groaned in agony.
The zombie flew off the hood and onto the pavement. It rolled violently, breaking all of its limbs. It sat up just in time to be ripped in half by the speeding van.
Slade whooped in excitement. Apparently he was over his little emotional breakdown. Noah hung against his taut seatbelt, grimacing against the pain.
"Good thing you were wearing your seatbelt, kid! You would've been just like that little brat!" He laughed.
"Fuck you." Noah choked. He threw himself back into his seat and groaned again. "What the fuck was that?" Noah yelled.
Slade glanced at Noah and then back at the road, avoiding burnt out car shells and aiming for straggling zombies. "What are you talking about? I just saved our asses."
Noah's jaw dropped in sheer disbelief. "You what? You lost it back there. You didn't save us, you almost got us killed."
Slade scrunched his eyebrows together and suddenly swerved to splatter a zombie policeman. The cop disappeared under the hood and the van hopped as the tires flattened it. "Wah-hoo! What are you babbling about? You almost shot me in the fucking face!"
"And I'm about to try again!" Noah closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. "I wasn't trying to shoot you, dumb ass. I was trying to scare you awake. Not to mention the zombie I wasted who was about to break through your window." The van lurched to the left as Slade narrowly missed an overturned sports car.
"Horse shit." Slade would say no more. Noah understood that Slade had no memory of his breakdown. A mentally unstable man was driving Noah around a zombie infested city during the apocalypse. Perfect.
It wasn't until they reached the grocery store that Noah realized just how 'perfect' things really were. It wasn't until they reached the grocery store that Noah realized where the rest of the zombies were.