The Alamo

Today's song is The Alamo by Red Light Company.

Before Bella was forced to confess just how much time she had put into her elaborate plan, she was saved by Emmett's voice crackling over the CB.

"Dirty monkey to Sailor Moon. Mary Poppins informs me that we have a situation. Over."

Charlie wrinkled his brow and gave Bella a disbelieving look. "Don't ask." She said with a shake of her head as she reached for the small black device.

"Oh trust me," Charlie replied focusing his attention back on the road, "I wasn't planning on it."

"Dirty monkey this is Sailor Moon. What's the problem? "

"Mary Poppins spotted some fresh blood spatter near the edge of town. It appears the town had been compromised. Over."

Glancing warily out her window, as they pulled up to the stopped Jeep, Bella was easily able to spot what Emmett had described as spatter. Not the word she would of used. If she were to describe what she was seeing she would definitely describe it as being dark puddles of quickly drying blood.

"Dirty monkey and Mary Poppins request directions on how to proceed. Over."

"Emmett you know you don't have to keep saying over, and I see what you're talking about."

"Well how do you suggest we proceed oh illustrious chief?" The radio was silent for a moment before Emmett couldn't restrain himself any longer. "Over."

"Dammit Emmett!" Bella scolded "Would you stop saying over? You're driving me-" The CB receiver was suddenly snatched out of Bella's hands by an annoyed looking Charlie.

"Focus Bella," he scolded. "Are there any other routes we can take?"

Biting her lip as she once again scanned the worn map Bella shook her head. "No good ones. If a rural town like Alamo has already been infected than chances are the main highways are a no go and there are no better ways in. Our safest bet is to drive straight through town as fast as we can. After that we will be on rural roads without another town for a hundred miles. If they try to follow us we'll just lose them in the desert. It's our only choice."

Charlie pursed his lips and nodded his head. "Alright, then straight through it is. Call ahead and let your brother know. And no fighting," he warned before reaching across her and locking the door.

"Really Dad?" Bella asked incredulously.

"Hey, better safe than sorry. Now radio your brother."

With a roll of her eyes, Bella once again radioed Dirty Monkey and told him the plan. It was decided that Alice would take over driving so that Emmett could be free to shoot anything that got too close and after a short argument it was agreed that Bella would also be armed.

With a nod of his head toward a nauseous looking Alice, Charlie shifted the truck into gear and began speeding into the small town with the Jeep hot on his heels.

"Oh this is not good," Bella said quietly as they sped toward the center of town.

Apparently the town had been in the middle of some sort of Founder's Day celebration when the infection reached them. Up and down the main drag, the street was littered with confetti, torn streamers, discarded clothing, and what appeared to be some miscellaneous body parts.

"This is very not good," she repeated as a horde of the newly undead appeared before them.

Their food sources having been annihilated and turned, the zombies had all been milling aimlessly around the bloody wasteland, when they all turned in unison at the sound of the approaching vehicles.

"Now that's just creepy," Charlie mumbled as he sped faster and faster toward the horde. "Best make sure you're strapped in tightly there Bells. This is about to get hairy."

Just as the large truck was about to run right into the horde, Charlie spotted an opening and swerved toward it, bypassing the largest part of the horde. In her rearview mirror Bella watched as Alice gracefully navigated the Jeep through the throng of hungry corpses.

Suddenly, Bella was throw painfully forward as they ran over several of the unfortunate residents of Alamo. One was even tossed up and over the hood of the car. The newly made speed bumps caused the truck to slow enough for several of the descending zombies to grab a hold of the back of the truck and begin hauling themselves up onto the covered truck bed.

"We've got clingers!" Bella shouted as she readied Charlie's service pistol for action. She would have preferred something a bit more substantial but with little room to maneuver this was the best she could do for now.

"Hang on!" Charlie shouted as he continued to weave quickly through the small town. "We're almost there. I can see a break in the crowd!"

At the sound of gunshots echoing off the buildings, Charlie's eyes shot to the rearview mirror and Bella snapped her head around for a better look. Behind them, a rather large zombie was sprawled across the hood of the Jeep, completely unbothered by the fact that its leg had been torn off by the Jeep's large tires, it was trying to claw its way up the speeding vehicle toward a screaming Alice and a grinning Emmett. After rolling down his window slightly, Emmett had pointed his gun toward the zombie and opened fire missing once before striking his target in the middle of its broad forehead.

Bella's attention was suddenly diverted as she watched in horror as an old woman in a square dancing dress pressed what was left of her face to the cab's back window.

"Ew," Bella commented as she jerked back in disgust. "She's getting her gross blue eyeshadow all over my window."

"Just let it go Bella," Charlie warned as he concentrated on getting them safely out of the town. "We'll deal with her once we get out of this godforsaken town."

As the demented square dancer began trying to bite through the glass Bella lost all restraint. "Mother fluffing son of a biscuit eating bulldog! That biscuit is smearing her ungodly cheap red lipstick all over my clean window!"

Ignoring Charlie's shouts of protest, Bella cracked the small sliding window open and placed her gun to the zed's head as it let out screams of what might be described as delight when it found itself so close to a fresh meal. "Yeah," Bella snorted as she pulled the trigger twice, "not gonna happen Billy Jean."

"Isabella Marie Swan!" Charlie shouted enraged as Bella opened the window wider, pushed the corpse off the truck and began wriggling out the window. "You get back inside this truck right this instant young lady or so help me god I'll-"

Bella never heard the rest of Charlie's threat as she suddenly found herself face to face with yet another zed clinging persistently to the back of the truck. Not wasting any time she once again opened fire, striking the zed squarely between the eyes before scooting back into the truck.

From a few yards behind, she heard Emmett shout "Remember the Alamo!" before she slid into her seat with a soft grunt and pulled the window shut. With the imminent threat taken care of, the silence within the car became deafening as they cleared the last of the zeds and hit the road toward safety. Bella gnawed on her bottom lip anxiously as she watched Charlie's face began to revert to a less purple color. She fully expected him to lay into her about her reckless behavior but he never said a word choosing instead to inflict a much harsher punishment, his silent disapproval.

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Short but sweet eh? I'm so glad all of you seem to be liking my crazy story so far! Please continue to send me your survival ideas and let me know how I'm doing. Love you my little potatoes!

XOXO,

Bellarella