“How many times do I have to tell you; those were our orders and I followed them. I know you hate because I advanced in rank and you didn’t, so you can stop this crap right now.”
“You know that’s not it.”
Now both of them continued firing uncontrollably.
The combined effort of the heard of undead, the constant gunfire, and old unkempt walls forced the whole wall down. It collapsed with the force of zombies down to the ground. More zombies flooded through the now open wall, trampling those that fell, and revealing the hordes sheer size.
“I’m out!” Will shouted over the drown of the undead.
Kim was out as well, pulling out her pistol and firing hopelessly into the crowd. But she only had one clip left, and hid behind the machine yet again.
“Whatever happens to us we deserve it.”
“No, those bastards who gave the order deserve it, not us."
The only thing keeping them alive was the vast and complex layout of printing presses, but even that was only slowing the zombies down.
“We have to make a break for the window.”
“Alright, you give the orders for once, I’ll be right behind you.”
Just as the two were about to dart over the machines into their certain death, a mysterious group stepped in through the window. They carried simple hatchets, knives, and pistols.
One of them ran over to the beleaguered veterans and extended a hand.
“You guys make enough noise coming in?”
“Come on Ronnie, we gotta go!” One of them shouted at the man, slicing one of the zombies heads off.
Kim grabbed the man’s hand, and followed him out the window. Will followed up behind them. Kim turned to see will close behind.
“This is a mistake,” he silently mouthed.
Kim could only shake her head, as the group climbed aboard a convoy of broken metal masquerading as vehicles.
“Welcome to the resistance.” Ronnie offered the two, as the group drove off in the sunset. Straight into the city.
The convoy rolled out of the industrial facilities parking lot, and headed north directly into the city. Kim wondered to herself if it was some kind of calculated risk or plain stupidity. She’d certainly seen her fair share of that since the whole thing began.
Will wasn’t so silent in his observations.
“Where the hell are you going? You’re heading straight for the city.”
“Our… we just need to get to the other side,” said the one called Ronnie.
“Then why don’t you drive around? Take the back roads? Now’s not the best time to drive through a densely populated area I don’t think.”
“Trust us, we’ve drove this way a million times. If any where’s safe, it’s the city.”
Will leaned back in his seat at the apparent arrogance, Kim continued looking out the window desperate to avoid Will’s angry gaze.
‘Welcome to Des Moines’ the sign read. Smoke rose from skyscrapers like smoke stacks, as the caravan approached the city. Rubble littered the streets, but a clean path had been cleared out along the main road.
One of the walkers was on the roof of some kind of hotel. When it saw the convoy, it walked towards it, off the roof. It somersaulted in the air twice before hitting the ground with a gut wrenching splat. Blood and, as far as Kim could make out, a finger hit the window beside her.
“You make sure them windows is rolled up. Don’t want any of you turning.”
“So, it’s a blood to blood thing?” asked Kim.
“Don’t know, just want to be on the safe side.”
“Yeah right.” Will muttered under his breath, thinking no one heard him.
Ronnie looked back at Will but didn’t speak. Kim looked into the man’s eyes for the first time and saw a man on his last legs.
“So, why’d you guys stop to help us anyway?”
“We don’t let people get consumed by those things, no matter what. We heard a bunch of gunshots and figured someone needed help.”
“Those gunshots could have been anything,” interjected Will.
“Why were you at that industrial complex? Can’t figure there’d be much there.”
“There isn’t.”
“That’s why we were there.”
Ronnie simply nodded his head and turned his attention back to the front window. Will and Kim gave each other a questioning look.
“Um, do you mind if I ask where we’re going?” Kim asked, not expecting much. “Let me guess, somewhere we’ll be safe and that’s all I need to know, right?”
“Why’d you ask if you already know.” Of course.
“Listen buddy, where the fuck are we going? We’ve been taken in by a group of best buddies saying they’d had our best interests at heart and they tried to fucking eat us. Now tell me, where we’re going?” Will put his hand on Ronnie in a friendly way.
“That’s terrible. What happened to those best buddies?”
“They’re dead.” Kim said, unable to avoid picking up at least some of Will’s tendencies.
But before Ronnie could give another snappy comeback, the car suddenly swerved to the side.
“What the hell?” screamed Ronnie at the driver.
The car slammed into a pile of rubble going at least 50, and rolled on its side. Kim and Will reeled, but Ronnie quickly checked the driver. He wasn’t sure how to check for a pulse, quickly moving his hand up and down the man’s neck, unable to find any sign of life.
Now he looked out the front window, up out the sunroof, and saw what the driver was trying to avoid.
“Shit, we’re jumpin’ this tin can.”
Ronnie kicked the front windshield and clambered out the front, shooting wildly at the oncoming horde.
Will was still buckled into his seat. He opened the door, held on to the handle for support, and unbuckled with the other hand. He
