Riding in the back of the truck was a freaking scary experience for Rosemarie. Randy was standing in the back on guard with his shotgun, and at his feet three more they found at Levi’s.
Rosemarie was having mini heart attacks at every bump.
She thumped on the top of the truck and yelled, “Could you slow it down a little?”
Georgi gave her a thumbs up and slowed.
Oh bless her compassion, thought Rosemarie
“Slowing down is a bad idea,” said Randy as he scanned the road. He was twitching at every bend, as if a monster was going to jump out of the woods at any moment.
“Uh...I thought you said zombies don’t move fast, Randy,” Rosemarie snapped.
“I could walk faster than this,” Randy growled.
“If we’re being chased by a zombie, I’m pretty sure Georgi would speed up.”
Randy mumbled to himself and continued to scan the scenery.
Rosemarie settled in her spot and enjoyed her view of one Mr. Neil Chapman.
“What did you do, you know, before the end of the world?” she asked.
“Guitarist in a band,” he answered.
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, would I have heard of you?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Have you ever heard of Cap’m Obvi?”
She shook her head.
“We had a punk-jazz fusion style,” he said, brushing his hair out of his face.
“Interesting combo,” she smiled. “Where’s your guitar?”
He looked down briefly. “Used it on the drummer after he tried to take a bite out of me.”
“Oh...sorry,” she said.
“It’s okay,” he shrugged. “He always said music would be the death of him.”
Rosemarie laughed despite her best efforts not to. He chuckled and it help ease her guilt.
She looked back to the cab to see Murphy had his head out the window. “I have always wondered why dogs do that,” she said as she looked back to Neil. “Are they trying to smell all the scents that they can?”
“I think they do it because they like the feel of wind on their face,” he smiled. “It's a pretty good feeling.”
“So you just wander around, sleeping in your hammock?” she asked.
“Yep,” he sat up leaning in closer so she could hear him. “I started out with a few people, but it got crazy and we got separated. We'd said we'd meet in Gordo if that happened, but they never showed.”
“Oh...I hope they're okay,” she said.
“Me too -”
The truck skidded to a stop and they went tumbling.
“There’s a guy in the road.” Georgi yelled. “Whadda I do?”
Neil and Randy jumped up. Randy aimed his gun at a man limping towards us. The man was waving his arms and calling for help.
“Hold on,” Neil said, putting his hand on Randy’s shoulder. “That’s not a zombie,”
Rosemarie pushed herself up and looked. “We need to go help him.”
“It’s too dangerous,” Randy said. “He might have been bitten.”
“And what if he hasn’t been?” she yelled.
“Will you keep it down!” Randy hissed.
“Dude, if he’s been bit, we’ll deal with him later.” Neil said. “If he needs help, we can’t leave him.”
Randy stared at him, then nodded. “Georgi, drive forward. We’ll pick him up.”
All the hairs on the back of Rosemarie’s neck stood up as they neared. A small cluster of blood covered zombies were stumbling after the man. He looked very frightened as he hobbled towards the truck.
“Alex get down!” Georgi yelled.
She hit the gas. Everyone jerked backwards.
Randy steadied himself and took aim at the zombie that was closest to the man.
Boom!
The zombie stumbled as the bullet hit his chest.
Randy swore and aimed again.
The truck skidded to a halt a few feet from the injured man and he collapsed against the side of the truck. Randy’s second shot hit his target dead in the head and the zombie crumpled to the ground. Neil and Rosemarie pulled the man into the back of the truck.
“Go!” Rosemarie yelled.
Georgi hit the gas and everyone went flying again.
Randy let off several shots, yelling that they needed to finish them off. Georgi ignored his bellows.
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