So I had a little trouble writing this chapter and I'm still not sure about it. But here it is anyway. O and sorry it took awhile to update. I've been playing Dead Island a lot. It a lot of fun even for being buggy. I'm still not sure how something can look so beautiful one minute and then the next it looks like crap. But I still like it.

I don't own Zombieland Columbus, Wichita, Little Rock or Tallahassee.

Pontiac, Harvey, Cheyenne and Trent are my creation as is this story. This is a work for my love or obsession for all thing zombies.

Chapter 17

Bad Luck.

The G8 rolled to a stop as came around the turn. Pontiac could make out the horde of zombies down the street. He looked over at his right and saw Cheyenne and Trent car pull up next to him. He grabbed the mic and asked. "Cheyenne you ready? Over." She resounded "Yeah."

"All right then wait here Cheyenne. Hey Tallahassee. Are you guys still in there? Over." Pontiac asked and paused.

"Yeah were still in here. Over." he said

"When it safe to move. Cheyenne will let you know and you can make your escape. Did you copy that over?"

"Yeah wait for the call. Than move out. Over."

Cheyenne watched Pontiac as he slowly pulled away and headed down the road. When he reached the parking lot entrench. She heard the music starting. She watched him and as soon as he jumped out of the car his rifle was at the ready. Pontiac opened up on the group of zombies around the car. He made quick work of them. And as the last one fell Pontiac started walking up to the Cadillac. He slapped in a fresh magazine and started to chip away at the outer layer of zombies around the front door. There heads exploded as his bullets struck them from behind. He reloaded again and continued to fire into the group. Finally he turned and ran when he saw the zombies coming from behind the factory. Pontiac jumped back into his car and he just sat there firing into the horde as it they got closer. Just as the horde got close Pontiac took off down road. The V8 engine roared as all its horse was set free.

"Man did you see that. Dam that was so cool!" Trent said a little too happily for Cheyenne taste. She shocked her head as she held the mic to her lips. She waited till all the zombies where gone and as soon as the last on disappeared. She spoke into the mic. "Go now and follow us when we pull up. Cheyenne put the car in gear and took off for the parking lot. As she stopped she saw the door fly open and a girl dressed in black walked out. Her rifle was at the ready as she scanned the parking lot. As soon as she stepped out of the door way a little girl walked out followed by a slender man. After him she saw a tall man in a cowboy hat. He was caring two boxes of something. They ran to the Cadillac and climbed in. Cheyenne saw there car jolting as it ran over the bodies. As the caddy left the parking lot Cheyenne lead the way down the road. The CB went off. "Cheyenne did you get them out?" It was Pontiac.

"Yeah were on the interstate now. Where are you?"

"Good. I'm not far behind you. You should see me coming up from behind soon enough. We need to keep going. I nearly crashed into a nomadic group. They be following me. So we can't stop till were out of the city and on another road.

OK see you soon."

The two cars were whipped in and out of the wrecks on the three lane raised highway. All was well till the Caddy whipped around an overturned big rig that was resting on it side. As it slid around the wreck its front tier blow causing the caddy to lose control and swerved into the middle concert barrier. Cheyenne watched in horror as the scene played out on her rearview mirror. The Cadillac lifted up off the ground and it started rolling down the highway. It rolled six times before it came to a stop and rested on it roof. Cheyenne Slammed on the breaks and the car slid to a stop. Leaving two long black trailing skid marks in her wake. "What the Hell Cheyenne?" Trent yelled out. She grabbed the hand mic and spoke into it. "Pontiac! They wrecked! Were going to need your help!

"I'm coming hold on."

Cheyenne dropped the mic before putting the car in reverse and heading back to the wreck Caddy. As she got out and headed for the car. All the Cadillac finely sculpted edges were smashed to hell. The whole front right corner had collapse into the tire well and most of the windows were smashed into a thousand pieces. They sparkled in the sun light. Gray smoke rose up from the engine and a sickly burning oily smell filled the air. "Trent go and grab my first aid bag." Cheyenne said as she got down and looked into the driver side widow. They were all hanging upside-down from there seat belt. The driver was the women dressed in black. She didn't look to bad. She did have a cut on her right eye brow. The front passenger was the slender guy. His lower lip was cut. He probably bit it. She checked the cowboy out in the back. He seemed relatively ok.

There were two brown boxes on the roof with hostess Twinkie writing on them. Cheyenne notice blood dripping onto the ceiling. She went around to the other side of the car. She looked in and saw the little girl with a long bloody jagged piece of metal sticking out of her right leg. The wound was bleeding slowly and blood was soaking into the jeans around the metal sliver. Then Cheyenne tried to open the door but it didn't budge. Cheyenne heard a car coming closer. She looked up and saw the red G8 wiping around the big rig. She laid down and started to craw through the window. She got have way inside then a shot rang out to her right. Then she felt something fall next to her left leg. She looked over her shoulder and saw a bald zombies face down. The back of its head was gone replaced by a big jagged reddish black hole.

Wichita came to upside-down. Her vision was blurry and her head was killing her. She remembered the wreck… The last think she saw was a gun coming at her. Then nothing but darkness. Little Rock! She thought and she started to wrestle with her seat belt. It clicked and she dropped. She saw a hand gun and grabbed it. She rolled over and saw a long hair brunette looking over her shoulder. Wichita put the hand gun to the brunette head as see started to turn her head. When she saw the gun in her face her eyes widen and focused on the gun. Wichita could tell that the girl was scared. "Say something or your dead!" Wichita yelled.

The brunette looked beyond Wichita gun and stared her in the face before saying.

"I'm here to help. Please don't shoot!"

"How do I know your telling the truth!" as soon as Wichita finished saying that. She heard something towards the back of there car. It sounded like something like clothing sliding across the highway. She looked behind the brunette and passed the back seat out window. She saw a man in a combat vest lying on his left side and he had a rifle pointed at her head.

Then he said. "Because if we weren't going to help you. We would have left your ass back at candy land to die."

"If you shoot me I promise you. I'll kill your friend even if it's the last thing do." Wichita said with cold dripping venom.

Pontiac studies her for a minute. Her right arm was shaking and struggling to keep the gun up. Her face showed fear and pain. She was hurting and she didn't want to shoot any one. But she would if she had to. "My names Pontiac that's Cheyenne and that her little brother Trent out side Look were just here to help. I'm going to lower my weapon." He lowered his AR and waited to see what she would do. She lowered her weapon and said. "I'm Wichita that my sister Little Rock. He's Columbus and that Tallahassee. I'm sorry." She pointed a finger to who was who.

"Nice to meat you Wichita. Can you give me and Cheyenne a hand freeing you friends? We need to get out of here A.S.P."

She nodded started working on the one she called Columbus. He fell and she did her best to catch him. Then she then pulled him out. Pontiac looked to Trent and said. "You're on look out duty. Let me know if there any company heading this way." Trent Smiled and nodded before crawling out of the wreck and disappeared. He came back and handed the first aid bag to Cheyenne before he was gone again. Pontiac came around to where the cowboy was. Pontiac pulled opened the door and it fell to the ground as its hinge's snapped. He looked down at the door and then back up. Just in time to see a fist coming at him.

Ooo cliffy. Well guess not. But still I hope this chapter was somewhat good. O almost forgot I was going to put lyrics in this chapter. But clouldnt make my mind up. So if you know of any good song for this chapter. Let me know and I add it. Don't forget to leave a review. Peace out