shoulder was clear and she had no problem getting back on the highway from there. Willy scrambled over his seat and past the two sitting in the second row to take up a position in the back with his gun, somehow he was reloading as he went. 'Beth! Cliff! You have to do more than sit there with your goddamned thumbs up your asses! The shotguns are more effective if you point them at the bad guys and pull the trigger!' yelled Dora. Both of them complied, pointing their guns backwards.
The walkie-talkie came alive from where it had fallen on the floor by Dora's feet, '…are you at? D-! Are you okay?'
Dora fumbled around with her hand on the ground, trying to get the radio, it eluded her, 'Dora! Answer us please.' then nothing for a moment, before, 'Alright Ken, slow it down, we have to wait.'
'Not for one person, you know we can't.' came Ken's reply.
'Oh, I'm feeling the love.' Dora muttered to herself still fumbling for the radio. She finally grasped it when all three shotguns fired simultaneously in the back of her vehicle. The noise shocked her and the radio slipped out of her hand into the passenger's side of the floor. 'Fuck!'
'You will slow down now! I am not saying stop but we are not leaving Dora!' came Steve's voice.
'They're gonna hit us!' yelled Willy, a moment before the suburban was smashed into from behind.
Forgetting about the radio Dora fought to control the suburban, it twisted sideways and came close to rolling, but Dora was able to straighten it out and regain control.
'They're on us! Two of them, fire at the roof! They're on the roof!' said Willy, he aimed his shotgun and started firing holes into the roof.
Looking in the rear view mirror Dora saw the three vehicles had backed off a little, they were trailing behind her by a hundred feet, for the moment it didn't look like they were trying to ram. When the next shotgun blast went off Dora jerked the suburban sideways into a hard swerve, she was rewarded when she saw a slender male zombie fly off the side of the vehicle onto the ground. The zed had barely begun to roll when Willy's shotgun blasted it in the head.
'Holy fuck!' screamed Dora, as a pair of slender white legs appeared from the top of her car and landed on the hood in front of her. The little girl was wearing a white dress with dirt along the edges, sewn into the hem were small red teddy bears. The girl's legs were on the hood in front of the shaft from the steering wheel and her body was arched over the windscreen. Dora heard a tearing sound and saw the girl's hands wrinkle the steel of the roof near the top of the windshield like it was tin foil.
Slamming on the brakes did not dislodge the girl, and caused Beth to fire her shotgun through the back of the passenger's seat into the dash. The glove box was blasted open and batteries, bandages and napkins exploded into the front of the car as if hit by a tornado. Dora hit the gas but still the little girl on her hood still did not fly off. The girl's body leaned back, forcing her butt out towards the front of the vehicle as she looked inside. Dora locked eyes with the girl and they both smiled at the same time.
'I am totally going to kill your little girl ass.' Dora promised.
Above the roar of the suburban's engine Dora heard the girl giggled and said, 'Jim Tiller says 'Andi that Dora is a potty mouth, you stay away from her!''
'Andi is it? How do you know I'm Dora?'
'Everybody knows Dora!' then Andi took one hand off of the roof of the suburban and drove it through the window towards Dora. Her arm was not long enough to reach the woman behind the wheel and the girl tried to pull it back through the window, which had shattered but not broken out around her wrist. Dora reacted quickly reaching forward with one hand to snap the arm sideways and pin it in place to the metal support on the side of the windscreen. Andi was barely visible through the cracked windshield as she drove her other fist next to her first arm and reached for Dora. The girl was very strong, but for all of her efforts she could not get any leverage on the hood of the car to pull her pinned arm away from where it was being held.
'Shotgun! I need a shotgun here, I can't hold her for long!'
'Duck sideways!' Cliff yelled and Dora leaned towards the driver's side window. Cliff fired his gun through the windshield dead center between the little girl's fists. Dora felt the girl's arm go limp for half a second before both started moving frantically again. As she started to sit up in the driver's seat again another shotgun blast roared out, jerking Dora's head forward and striking the little white arm where it was held pinned against the glass. Dora had a solid hold on the girl's hand and she came away with it as it was severed mid wrist by the shotgun blast. The inside of the window was a bloody, cracked mess that Dora could hardly see out of. The wonder twin pulled her remaining arm back outside, screaming all the while.
Dora was veering towards the inside shoulder of the highway and immediately over corrected. Looking out through the ragged holes in front of her Dora could not see Andi on her hood anymore, but she heard the ceiling crumple as the zombie moved onto the roof. Glancing up she saw the girl's fingers crumple the roof beside the driver's side window, she had only a moment to ponder about the angle before the zombie's body slammed into her through the broken out side window. Dora was forcibly pushed over into the passenger's seat and lost control of the vehicle entirely.
Andi was screaming in rage as she attacked Cliff, beating him about the head with both of her arms, the bloody stump ended in bone shards that were tearing up the young man's face and neck. Just before the suburban started to roll Dora saw the girl put her remaining fist through Cliff's right eye.
Chapter 41
Up. Down. The crunching was louder than Beth's screams as the vehicle rolled along the highway over and over. Abruptly the sounds from Beth faded away and only the crunching remained. Somewhere along the way Andi was thrown out of the car, the girl had grabbed onto the steering wheel to hold her position and seemed shocked when it broke off in her hands leaving her with nothing to hold onto. Dora's position was just as tentative, and she barely managed to hold onto the front seat and keep herself from being flung out as the vehicle rolled. The rolling suburban angled off of the road and into the median between the lanes of the highway.
In the end it stopped upside down, with Dora sitting on the ceiling looking up at her arms, they were entwined into the seat cushion. For a moment Dora just looked at them, both of her arms were punched all the way through the seat, disappearing into the leather seats. Her hands were grasping some unseen metal support near what was originally the bottom of the seat, Dora knew she would never have had the strength to reach through the seat, yet she was looking right at what she had done. Slowly she disengaged herself and tested out her other limbs, everything seemed to be working. Her hand came away with a little blood from the back of her head, it felt like it had been slashed open, but was now gummy and half scabbed over. The vehicle was empty, she was the only one who had not been flung out in the crash.
'I could get to like this 'Super Dora!' stuff.' Dora said to herself as she felt the half healed head wound. She went to her hands and knees and reached for the butt of a shotgun that was laying under some of the supplies they had packed in the vehicle before they left. The gun looked fine, automatically her hand reached for the shells she had in her shirt pocket and she started reloading. Dora slowly crawled out of the window on the slightly down-hill side of the roof. Standing upright didn't improve her view any, there was nothing good to see on her side of the suburban. Creeping around to the front she peeked and saw that the three vehicles that had been following her were now stopped by the side of the road, their zombie passengers were out and gathered in two clumps by the side of the road. Dora saw one of Beth's hands briefly before a zombie clamped its teeth around the wrist and pulled it away.
'Dora.' came a small voice, startling the woman. Looking down Dora saw Willy, his body was under the roof of the suburban, with just his head, right shoulder and arm not buried beneath it. His face was coated in blood, but his eyes still looked bright. 'Get me out of here.'
'Fuck. Sure I will just move the whole goddamned truck off of you, no problem, Willy.'
'You're strong and you don't have to do much, just lift it a little.'
Dora looked at the hood of the car, it was sagging, almost touching the ground, the frame of the suburban had bent extensively. She pressed her hand to the front of the bumper and lifted, the truck did not moved much,
