Chapter 5 Sunbaked

As I tore across the highway, it began to occur to me really how far away I was from Que and the others. After an hour or so of riding, I came across some territory that could have been familiar to me. I just kept going on. The landscape rolled by, but I couldn't really focus on anything. My mind kept turning over the possibilities that could go wrong. Maybe they had lost hope in me, and kept going on? Maybe without me, they turned on each other. Maybe they had already succumbed to zombies. I shook my head and came out of that train of thought. I decided to try to find them, wherever they were. I kept riding. The sun beat down hot on our heads, cracking our skin as well as the road. At roughly 80 mph, (according to the spedometer) we were speeding down the highway. Then, I saw a dot in the distance. At first I thought it was zombies or maybe another motorcycle gang, but as we got closer, I saw that it was too big to be human. We came to a screeching halt in front of it. Then, a shock ran through my body, for I knew what this was. This was Que's car.
I stared at the broken mangled car in stunned silence. Grey looked at the car, seemingly unimpressed. "You all right?" The raspy familiar voice of Grey jolted me back into reality. "Y...Yeah..." He motioned for me to get back on the motorcycle. I agreed with him. At least now I knew I was on the right track. I jumped on and revved the engine a few times. It took off down the road. Not shortly after that disturbing discovery, I saw a sign. The letter were worn, the green background paint chipping away. But it was clear enough to see what it said. 'Charston 20 mi. north'. Considering I had just seen Que's car back there, they must have headed for this town. I look back on that now, wishing they hadn't. I put on a pair of darkened sunglasses I found in the pocket of a dead guy about eighteen miles back. It was halfway through the remaining two miles when I heard the moans. I screeched to a halt, making a skid mark on the road. I squinted through the morning fog and saw maybe sixteen silhouettes, made even darker by the white fog that surrounded them. In a barren wasteland such as this, it was unlikely that such a large group of people would be traveling together. I checked my guns and ammunition. I had a serrated knife, about nine inches long. I also had a Colt M1911 with me, loaded with twelve bullets. In addition to that I had a crowbar that had been loaded on to the motorcycle. I handed Grey the crowbar. Then, I looked back up. What I saw made me need a new pair of pants. The previously far away silhouettes were now much closer. Focusing, I saw they were running. Running! I put on my sunglasses, revved the engine, and whispered into Grey's hooded ear, "Hold out your crowbar." I took off. The crowbar whipped one guy right in the forehead, brains flying everywhere. Another lady was torn in half by the thick piece of metal. Now, these zombies might have learned to run, but they were still dead. These guys 'ran' at maybe six MPH. That was hardly a contest to the ninety MPH of the motorcycle. As I pushed through the dead, rotting flesh, I saw in front of me the last thing I wanted to see. More zombies.
There were even more of them this time. maybe forty or more. I was awestruck. So much so I could barely talk. But when I did, all I could say was: "We're dead." My vision might have come true, if not for an armored vehicle plowing through the zombies. I smirked. Then grinned. Then, I started to laugh. And there I was, laughing like a maniac while reanimated corpses sturggled towards me to eat my flesh. Grey looked around, his yellow eyes unblinking. All of a sudden, he poked me. I looked at him, still wiping tears of laughter from my face. "What?" I looked, and saw him pointing. I followed his gaze to find the car plowing towards us. I screamed. This might be the end.
I heard the car's tires screech on the ground. It stopped right in front of our noses. Then, the car door opened. I looked up to see Max's face. Well, part of it. His mouth mouth was covered up with a black bandana. "Get in!" Boy, I didn't need to be told twice. I was in the car before he finished the sentence.