Page 26 of Resurrection
“Come on, you piece of shit!”
I try again, hoping for some sign of life in this old beast, but every damn time I crank the key, I’m met with nothing but the hiss of the radiator pissing fluid all over the place, and the silence of an engine that has met its abrupt end.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Holy mother of fuckingfuck.
Might as well add ason of a fucking dick shitwhile we’re at it.
FUCK!
I really hate zombies. Likereallyhate them...with a passion. They all deserve either a bonified nut check or a twat punch. Repeatedly. I hate themandtheir growly bits.
“Grummmdagrrrr.”
Yup, you too, you butt-munching hemorrhoid. Ruining our damn road trip. Fucking pain in my ass, I swear.
I abandon the keys and unsheathe my knife just as two of them reach the passenger-side window. They dive into the space, their mangled, half-decomposed arms reaching out for me, grabbing my shirt, and pulling me to them. Aly screams from the back, the blood curdling sound overwhelming until it suddenly gets cut off.
Fuck.FUCK!
Grasping my knife, I tilt it and aim for the soft flesh under the left one’s jaw. I thrust up hard, pushing against any resistance until it finally collapses. I do the same to the one on the right. It’s growls and snarls fade away as it falls to the ground. Breathing heavily, I turn to the back, half leaning over the seat in my haste to find Aly.
Please be alright. Goddammit! Please!
At first, I don’t see her and begin to panic, but then I look down into the space on the floor between thefront and back seats and find her, crouched down and shaking in fear. From what I can see, there are no injuries, but that doesn’t mean she’s alright. Regardless, she’s alive, and I need to keep her that way. Which means I need to fix the current shit storm we’re stuck in.
I take a breath and turn to see Jax lift his own knife, snarling right back at the undead as he swiftly dispatches each one. Cole does the same to the ones on his side, stabbing them through the tops of their heads and creating a pile just outside his window.
After a few minutes, we’re all covered in sweat, blood, and everything else that oozed off those fuckers when we ended their useless existences. But thankfully, the swarm dies down, giving us enough time to catch our breaths and regroup.
From sheer fucking dumb luck, there were a ton of abandoned vehicles to shield us from view, and enough of a lull in the swarm for us to only have to fight against what we did. But the road ahead is blocked—both lanes as well as the shoulders—littered with disabled and abandoned vehicles as far as the eye can see. In some areas of the adjoining road, including directly in front of us, there are even cars piled on top of one another. The unnatural wall they create seems to be diverting the growing horde and manipulating the migration route they’re on. Strangely enough, it’s almost as if someone placed them there like that.Strategically.
Think. Think. Think. What the fuck can we do to get ourselves out of this shit?
Even if I can miraculously get this old ass bitch to start, I can’t put it in reverse and back up, they’d follow us. And inconspicuously backing-up through the mess of vehicles and debris behind us is easier said than done. The last thing we need is for this granny wagon to up and die in the middle of an undead stampede and end up like the post-apocalyptic version of The Lion King. But at the same time, we’re fucking trapped. We could try to make a run for it, but their numbers are starting to descend upon us with the next phase. We don’t stand a chance if we leave the car now. We have no choice but to hide.
“Down in the footwells! Now!” Jax whisper shouts, spurring us into motion. I duck down in the front, squeezing under the steering column while Sadie slides into the space in front of the passenger seat.
“Here. Cover up with these,” Jax calls out just before a blanket and a handful of baby wipes fly over the seat, landing in my lap. I quickly unfold the blanket and lay it over the top of both myself and Sadie. After cleaning my arms and face, and offering a few reassuring pets to Sadie, we wait.
Frozen, crouched down on the floorboards, and deathly quiet.
Surrounded bythem.
Silent and still, none of us dares to move too much or too quickly. I can hear Jax and Cole in the back, attempting to keep Aly calm. I do the same with Sadie, consoling her as her soft whines drift around us. The snarls and growls of the undead grow louder and louderas they move closer to our position. My pulse spikes with adrenaline, ready to go down fighting to protect my family if I need to. Thankfully, we have the car to provide some cover from the horde. But, with those numbers, if they catch a whiff of us hiding in here, we’re screwed. Even steel can’t keep out their ravenous hunger for long. And windows can easily break. Speaking of…
Fuck!
“Guys! The windows!”
In our rush to conceal ourselves, we forgot to roll the damn windows back up. They might not have seen us yet, but it’s only a matter of time before theysmellus.
I slowly extend my hand and reach for the driver’s side door, thankful that this car is as old as disco, and manually begin to turn the handle. Inch by inch and second by second the window goes up as I watch the undead filter around us. Cole and Jax do the same to the ones in the back. It’s painstakingly slow going, but we can’t make any sudden moves or risk any creaking sounds in doing so. Once the ones we were working on are all up, I lean back across the floor, past Sadie curled up next to me, and extend my hand to the other side. As steady and calmly as possible, I begin to roll up the passenger-side window.
The undead numbers continue to grow, filling in the gaps and surrounding us more with their ominous presence. I try not to pay any attention to them and instead focus on my ridiculously slow progress with the damn window. Before it’s even halfway up, however,one of the infected bumps into the car, startling a gasp out of Aly.
“Shhh, shhh, shhh, baby. They don’t see us. You’re ok,” Jax reassures her as I continue. Once it’s up, we collectively sigh a breath of relief. Well, all except for Aly. She’s the bundle of nerves in an anxiety sandwich back there. When I resume my position on the floor, I can just barely see the three of them from underneath the seats, but it seems they must have also cleaned themselves up if the freshly soiled baby wipes pushed under the seat, blocking my view further, are any indication.
From what Icansee, Cole has Aly in between his legs, his back against the door, while Aly’s legs are partially shoved underneath the backseat. Jax’s bulky ass, on the other hand, is barely able to fit in the cramped space. He’s on his side, his torso angled awkwardly on the floor while facing toward the front. His arms are wrapped around his legs with his feet propped against the door, his knife poised and ready in his hand, probably in case any of the undead decide to try their luck on the door handle.
