"TURN BACK!" Dayo banged on the window separating the back of the truck to the driving seat. Zxander turned his head slightly, and his eyes widened when he saw that it was only Dayo in the back.
"Brace yourself!" He swung the truck around in the open road and Dayo was almost thrown out himself. He clung onto the sides and felt his half empty stomach threaten to dispose of what was left. The truck screeched to a halt and he could hear Zxander almost screaming in panic. He got to his feet and jumped over the side, running past the truck.
Jacci was on top of Georgie. She'd somehow pinned Georgies arms to her side with her legs, and was punching her face in a blind rage. Georgie was trying desperately to buck her off somehow. Even though there was blood all over her face, and deep scratch marks across her neck, she was focused on the walkers behind Jacci. In her frenzy, Jacci either had forgotten about the menace, or didn't care. Georgie was shouting something, but there was too much blood in her mouth and she simply ended up spitting a red, foamy mess into Jaccis face. Even as Dayo advanced, one walker closed its decayed, rotted hand on Jaccis shoulder and bit into her neck.
Only when she felt the teeth make contact with her skin did Jacci come out of her trance. She screamed in terror and pain, clawing at the dead man that was latched onto her neck, but to no avail. Even if she survived the bite, there was no amputation that could save her. Georgie started to writhe and kick even more, as another walker started to advance on her, drawn to the fresh blood all over her face. Without thinking, Dayo placed a bullet between its eyes and ran to her. The walkers were now more interested in Jacci and were dragging her off Georgie. More were coming down the alley, but they were only interested in what their companions were already eating. He placed his hands under Georgies arms, and dragged her from under Jacci. Looking down into her face, he could see blood and sweat mingling on her face, which was frozen into a mask of shock. She kicked her legs free, knocking one of the walkers, as it tore a piece of flesh from Jaccis arm. It barely registered the movement, it was so engrossed in its feeding frenzy. Dayo shuddered and pulled Georgie to her feet, bundling her into the truck next to Zxander and hopping into the back. Zxander took off his jacket and passed it to Georgie, who started to mop away at the worst of the blood on her face. She must have asked about Jacci, because Dayo heard him heatedly snap that there was nothing that they could do for her that she deserved. He privately agreed, looking down at his stump. The truck reversed steadily out of the alley, and he sat up, gun in hand, ready to take out anything that got too close.