Part 55 (1/2)

Travis nodded grimly. ”I know. But we need to keep doing our best. Once we know what is going on out there, we'll figure out the next step.”

Peggy wiped her tears away again and turned back to the communication center. ”Come in, Dale. Come in, Ken. What is your status? Repeat, what is your status?”

* * * * * ”Keep going, Bill,” Kevin said into his headset. ”You've got them following you and that's what we need. Keep an eye on your gas gauge and keep right at the speed where you are now.”

”Can't say I feel too comfortable right now,” Bill's voice answered.

Kevin looked down at the bright cherry red Durango and the ma.s.s of gray, decaying people following behind it. ”I know, Bill. But you're doing a good job.”

Next to Kevin, Bette sat trembling from pain as Linda did her best to set her arm and bandage it. Curtis was a hunched figure in the pa.s.senger seat up front. Ed sat grimly with his rifle at the ready watching the horde of zombies below.

The tension was unbearable. They had all heard Ken's hysterical voice.

There was a very good chance that Dale and Ken were gone.

As the news came in that the second helicopter was now in the air and going to check out the situation, Kevin looked down at the Durango and the following parade of the dead.

The situation was beginning to feel helpless.

3. The Pied Piper of the Living Dead Katarina looked into the side mirror of the Durango to see her sunburned face gazing back at her from beneath her cowboy hat. Her sungla.s.ses hid eyes that she knew must be wide with fear. Her gaze slipped slightly to one side and the undead stumbling behind the Durango came into view.

The creatures were so determined they had actually increased in speed.

Bill had to push down on the accelerator just a bit to keep ahead of the flesh eating mob.

Twisting around in her chair, she looked out the back window at the ma.s.sive crowd of zombies trailing them. Her stomach heaved again and she tried hard not to vomit. Her fear was so powerful, she was trembling.

She had lost any semblance of calm quite some time ago. Her teeth were chattering and Bill kept touching her to rea.s.sure her. She was sure Nerit would be sorely disappointed in her. But this was different from being a sniper. Not since the first day had she seen the dead so close, and beyond that, so many.

Behind the walls, even the makes.h.i.+ft walls from the first days, she had felt safe whenever she had faced a large ma.s.s of zombies. She had faith in those walls. But out here on the country roads, there were no walls. Just endless road, trees, shrub and the unwavering dead. And out here, despite the helicopter overhead, it was just she and Bill. Bill, who loved her. She loved him so much that she was terrified of what could happen to him.

Yes, she was terrified of possibly dying under the snapping, tearing jaws of the undead, but Bill...

”Bill, how much longer?”

”About ten more minutes,” Bill answered. He was sweating profusely because of the unrelenting glare of sunlight through the winds.h.i.+eld.

Katarina could feel sweat trickling between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and she rubbed the top of her nose. Drops of tears and sweat dripped from her fingers.

”Ken and Dale are dead,” she said softly. She still couldn't fully fathom that her two friends were gone.

”We don't know that,” Bill answered.

”You and I both know it, Bill. You heard what was on the CB!”

”We can't give up hope, Kit-Kat,” Bill answered determinedly. ”We just can't.”

Katarina shook her head. ”We gotta get out of here, Bill.” Just looking at him made her even more afraid. She touched his shoulder lovingly. His fingers covered hers.

”We'll be out of here soon enough, baby.”

Katarina watched the undead with a growing sense of dread and horror.

Her stomach rolled again. ”Please, Bill, let's just go.”

”We gotta make sure that the fort is safe,” Bill answered.

”Bill, we need to leave now!” Her voice cracked as she screamed and the sound startled her.

Bill didn't look at her, but kept driving. He was smart not to take his eyes off the road. Just around the curve was an overturned semi-truck.

”s.h.i.+t,” he whispered.

There was barely any room to edge around the truck and Bill swore as he slowed down to maneuver around it. He grabbed the CB mouthpiece. ”We got an obstruction in the road. We're going around.”

There was loud static, then a voice said, ”We're moving up to rendezvous.”

”Don't slow down,” Katarina hissed.

She gripped her head in agony and turned away from the view behind them, unable to watch the horde getting ever closer as the Durango slowed down to cautiously creep around the overturned semi.

”Bill,” she whispered. ”I'm so afraid.”

”Baby, you're going to be okay.”

”But if anything happens to you, I can't bear it.”

”Kit-Kat, if anything happens to you, I can't bear it. I can't. We're going to be okay. We'll get around this truck, then we'll be fine.” Bill risked letting go of the steering wheel so he could grip her hand and kiss it.

It was then that the driver of the truck made his appearance. Darting out from behind the truck, he struck the window with a wrench held tightly in one hand.

Reacting on pure impulse, Bill jerked the wheel and the Durango clipped the guardrail then bounced off to hit the edge of the back of the semitruck.

Fighting to gain control of the wheel, Bill swore. Katarina fell back into the back seat headfirst.

”Bill, there's a--”

Greta's voice over the CB was cut off as the Durango plowed into the station wagon directly behind the semi. The rending of metal and the scream of the tires filled their ears, then Bill and Katarina were tossed about inside the Durango as it flipped over and slid down the street.

”Get out! Get out!” Bill shouted, Katarina scrambled for the door, shoved it open, and climbed out.

Tumbling out onto the road from the overturned vehicle, she dared to look back. The horde of zombies was beginning to come into view behind the semi. Bill climbed out behind her. His forehead was gashed and he wiped the blood from his face as he looked back toward the zombies.

What he saw that Katarina did not was that the accident had freed the rest of the undead family inside the station wagon. They were scrambling out of the ruins of their car, decayed and wretched, and fiercely hungry.

”Kit-Kat, run!”

She turned and ran. Pulling his gun from his holster, Bill was obviously in pain as he ran after her. Katarina ran as fast as she could on her banged up legs. Meanwhile, the freed family and the semi-truck driver moved with a swiftness that was terrifying. They weren't runners, but they were fast enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bill saw something lurch up off the side of the road and reach for Katarina as she ran. Without a second thought, he tackled the thing. He crashed into the brush, the thing under him hissing and growling as it snapped its teeth at him.