Just as he was done speaking a bullet zipped by him and blasted the top of his woman’s skull as her arms flayed back and forth as he tried to scrape the brain matter from his face. The body was dumped on the ground while at high speeds and split apart with one of her limbs getting entangled into one of the zombie biker’s wheels, making him crash into two others that were behind them.
“Well baby --- least you got the last laugh,” Thrill Killer pulled out his own Uzi and shot back at the attacking zombie bikers.
The two patrol cars that were with the bikers were sandwiched in by zombies before they lead them into the path of the platform. The triangular guard rail that was welded to the front penetrated both cars and ran them off into the dessert as one car flipped over and crashed into the other, ending in a giant explosion as their ammunition cooked off amongst the ignition.
“Look out!” Buzz yelled, as he veered his bike out of the way when a refrigerator was thrown in his pathway.
The zombie that heaved it roared and screamed at him, looking frantically for other things to throw at him when Thrill-Killer shot him dead. The head zombie then peeked over and as he saw one of his own drop off and over the top. He took the opportunity to lunge what looked like a hatchet with a chain attachment that sailed in the air and caught the front of Thrill-Killer’s bike before snagging it forward and tripping him off the road. The Killer’s bike was on a involuntarily wheelie and crashed face down on to the pavement with parts and scattered debris bouncing every which way. Thrill-Killer sailed in the air before another hatchet was thrown mid-flight and caught him right in the abdomen and with a scream; he was jerked violently against the sides of the Zombie platform and became impaled on the spikes that were put on them, adding to the collection of trophies that littered the vehicle.
“They got Thrill-Killer,” yelled Buzz. “Jesus Christ --- this is a fucking nightmare!”
“Get a hold of yourself, Buzz,” said Jimmy. “Fall back --- we’ll have to deal with this shit in a better position to do so.”
Three Humvees had arrived on scene and the top gunners opened fire with their mounted .50 cals, ripping up the top ramparts and shattering some of the light plates that were put in place to shield the zombies. The zombie platform was being tore up with the heavy firepower, but this wouldn’t last too long as their ammunition reserves were very low.
“The wheels!” said Buzz. “Shoot the plates off the wheels.”
A large washing machine was launched from the top rampart and it crashed into the path of one of the Humvees that flipped over and crashed along the dessert road. The other two pointed the .50 calibre machine guns to the large plates and opened fire, chewing up the protective shielding and watched the shrapnel skip down the road.
“We got exposure --- take it out!” Yelled Buzz.
Buzz swung around the back of the vehicle and saw the loading ramp was still open so he tossed a grenade into the back with one good arm pitch and then drove along the exposed side of the platform, shooting at the thick tires with his .45 handgun. There was an explosion as the insides of the platform burst into flames and two exposed wheels were punctured, rocking the entire platform and stalling it. Buzz swung around again, firing wildly at the top part of the now shaking monstrosity as the zombie leader was barking orders of some kind at his underlings.
“Let’s not fuck around,” Buzz said. “This thing is damaged --- we should move up and join the convoy.”
“What about ---“
“He’s dead,” Buzz said. “We’ll have a better chance at dealing with this thing later but we ain’t going to do shit about it now.”
“Mother fucker!” cussed Vamp as he disengaged with the remaining Humvees and drove off, leaving Buzz right behind him to look back at the floundering zombie platform.
“Jesus Christ --- the world is fucked,” he said. “I’ll get revenge for you buddy.” and kicked the gas to rejoin the others.
* * *
“What the hell was that thing?” Captain Fellows said. “How the hell did those things learn to use machinery let alone create something like that?”
“I don’t’ fucking know,” said Jimmy.“All I know is that it’s after us and we need to do something about it before none of us makes it to the coast.”
“Gas supply is too damned close to divert,” said Fellows. “If anything, we’ll have to meet them head on or use our assets to destroy that thing from getting to the convoy.”
“We should divert then,” said Jimmy. “Let the trucks, you four, and the rest go on ahead with some protection and we’ll just have to face it or die trying.”
“Split us up?” said Cedric. “That’s madness --- you’ll never survive.”
“Maybe not but you all may get a chance.” said Jimmy. “If we are successful, we’ll come back and rejoin you. It’s not too far from what I can tell. The coast is just about 800 miles or so.”
“That’s if there is anything there waiting for us.”
“That was the risk wasn’t it?”
“I suppose that is the best bet,” said Fellows. “What do you want to use?”
“Leave three Humvees and most of the police cruisers,” said Jimmy. “We’ll use the money truck as it has the heaviest weapons we’ve got. We should be able to do this with a couple of those Humvees and some patrol cars. Other than that, you can all go on without us unless of course it falls on you to do it.”
“I see…” said Hector. “That is highly noble of you Jimmy.”
“We got our own sins to face,” said Jimmy. “My guys will follow me to the end. It is your turn to hopefully find something better than this shit.”
“Then it’s agreed,”
