The farther Cameron followed the GPS the stronger was his desire to get out of Dodge City. But instead of being smart and getting the hell away, which every other car on the other side of the road was doing, he was doing the opposite. Next to him the woman named Marge had her face set, prepared to die for the sake of rescuing her son.
The closer they got, the more of the walking—mostly running, actually—dead began to appear. They were mostly clustered in or around wrecked cars, and those that were out and abound just flung themselves in the direction of passing cars, because barely no living person was out in the open and on foot. More than one saw Cameron approaching, ran at him, and only managed to get hit by the car.
"This is retarded," he kept muttering under his breath.
Cameron's point was proved when they passed by a school, and every zombie ambling around on the parking lot noticed him and ran in his direction like a tidal wave. It was made even worse when even more of them burst through the school's front doors.
"Fuck my life!" Cameron screamed, stepping on the accelerator.
A group of the things ran onto the street and bunched up in front of him. Having no other choice Cameron shut his eyes and drove right into them. A few toppled over his car, hearing his windshield crack in the process, and he felt even more being run over. Upon opening his eyes he had to turn on the wipers to clean off some of the blood.
"Turn left onto Lindenwood Dr., then keep left," the car's GPS instructed as if nothing was happening.
"Shit," he cursed, making a sharp turn. Behind them the wave of creatures disappeared from view for the moment.
"We're almost there," Marge said happily and anxiously.
A few more turns and the daycare appeared on their right. "You have arrived."
"God dammit," Cameron said in dismay.
"No!" Marge squealed, tearing up.
In front of the daycare dozens of the monsters were banging against the front doors and the windows. The parking lot was filled with cars possibly belonging to fearing parents that were coming to get their kids. Some of the cars even had people in them—both zombie and human. It also looked like every zombie in the area accumulated at the daycare because no more were showing up.
"We need to get outta here," Cameron told her softly.
"No," she answered.
"There's no use!"
"We didn't come here for nothing!"
"Then what the hell do we do?" Cameron screamed. He realized how loud he was yelling and was instantly afraid that he caught the attention of those things. But they were all focused on getting into the daycare, which at least meant people were alive in there.
"We distract them," Marge started, thinking hard. "Then lead them away from here to give those inside a chance."
"And how do we do that?"
Without answering, Marge rolled down the power window and pointed the gun into the mass of the undead. "HEY ASSHOLES!" she yelled, and emptied what was left of the clip. That got the attention of every monster in sight. "Drive!" she told Cameron.
Cameron slammed on the accelerator without hesitation.
As planned every single one of the things chased after them. He drove fast, but not fast enough to lose them. But what was worse was that they were attracting even more of them from neighboring streets.
"Okay this should be enough," she said after about a mile.
So Cameron made an immediate U turn in the middle of the street to face the horde running at them. In all his eighteen years, Cameron couldn't think of anything as reckless as what he was about to do.
"You better pray," he instructed before going full speed at the horde.
The car rammed right into them, and for a split second Cameron feared that they would come to stop. Thankfully they kept on going. But it was sickening. As they moved through the sea of the dead Cameron saw nothing but mutilated corpses. Some it seemed just got a bite to get infected, while others had half their faces ripped off. The car ran over body after body, dozens more were slammed to the side, and the right side mirror snapped off.
When they finally made it though Cameron speeded right back to the daycare, praying that it was zombie free. They only had a few minutes at best before the horde caught back up with them.
"Reload the gun," he ordered, taking the full clip from his pocket. It took Marge a second to figure it out, but she managed to do it.
Back at the daycare the parking lot was blessedly empty except for the few zombies inside cars.
"Keep ready," Cameron advised, taking the shovel he had in the back and getting out of the car. Marge was right behind him sweeping the gun in all directions.
They slowly made their way in towards the entrance. The monsters in the cars went ape shit as they passed but Cameron ignored them.
"Open up!" Marge shouted, banging the door. "It's Margaret Prince!"
It wasn't long before the front door opened slowly.
"Marge!" the woman who opened the door gasped. "What happened?" Inside Cameron saw a group of little kids all massed in the center of the room. Each and every one of them was scared and crying for their parents.
"Get the kids, the bus, and get the fuck out of here, Sandra!" Marge yelled. "Where's Jack?"
"Mommy!"
A little kid burst from the mass, ran through the door, and into his mother's arms.
"They'll be back soon," Marge told the woman, picking up her kid. "You need to get out now!"
Not saying another word she turned around and ran back to the Honda.
The woman named Sandra looked at Cameron, but he only said, "She's right, you need to get the hell out now." Then he went back to the car too.
Marge was in the back seat of the Honda with her son as Cameron got back behind the wheel. Outside Cameron noticed Sandra ushering all the children outside and onto the bus. Sadly, a few of the kids broke from the line to cars they must have been theirs, only to be hauled back screaming by the daycare teachers. God help them, he thought, turning the key. He wanted to help them, he really did, but Cameron just didn't see how.
He drove in the direction opposite from the horde of zombies that were still approaching, doing his best to avoid any stragglers. It was only now that he realized that he had no actual plan of escape—at least he didn't until he spotted a sign pointing towards I-80. Seeing no other option he gunned for that direction on took the onramp for the westbound side.
But as soon as he found himself on the highway Cameron regretted his decision.