The streets were full of wrecked cars. I didn’t expect that but Ben didn’t seem to be too surprised by it all. There were a few of the “deadies” as he calls them rambling around as we ran from the church and some of them pursued us.
Then they would stop. I was so scared I didn’t really recognize that at the time but they didn’t get to terribly close to us. It was almost like they smelled something bad and would just continue going on some rampage that I couldn’t understand.
The worst part was the smell of blood as it was everywhere. Either the dead bodies of those who didn’t survive the first wave were lying bloated in the street to it oozing out of the mouth, eyes and the noses of the infected.
It was if they were rabid but without the white foam I’ve seen on dogs my grandfather used to shoot out on his farm when I was a kid. It only happened a couple of times but he would yell for us to get back into the house.
We did. Those dogs scared us.
This was a hundred times worse.
I saw my SUV in the distance setting behind the paper. The circulation director was lying dead in the alleyway and I paused.
“Keep going,” Ben screamed. “We are almost there.”
I didn’t though. I thought of her dogs that she loved so much, of how she nagged her daughter about being unmarried when we all knew she was gay but said nothing. We through her birthday parties when she claimed she didn’t want them although we knew she did. We teased her about so many things.
Her head was an exploded melon in front of me and I just stared.
“Dammit,” Ben grabbed my arm. “Come on.”
The deadies were wondering but keeping a distance and I wondered why. My only reference was George Romero and Richard Matheson. Why weren’t they attacking?
Then we saw the girl come out a closed out alley at the end of the street and they attacked.
“What the hell?” Ben’s voice sounded as if it was coming out of a grave.
“Run!” I said, my keys in my hands as they had been in my pocket throughout the night since the nightmare began.
With trembling hands, I opened the door. Ben looked away from the grisly sight from down the block.
But I didn’t.
They were eating her.
I threw the old SUV in reverse and squealed out of the parking lot. The deadies or zombies or whatever the hell they were didn’t even look up from their morning snack.
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