Chapter 13.4

         “Get in!” yelled Neil, diving into the driver’s seat.

         Rosemarie climbed into the car as fast as she could.

“Where’s Randy?” she asked frantically.

“He was right behind me,” he said.

She watched the door of the drug store. Moments passed and no Randy. Neil was starting the car when Randy ran out of the store. He wrenched open the door and jumped into the passenger seat.

“Go, go,” he yelled.

Rosemarie watched people stumble out of the store’s broken doors. They were in different stages of the illness. Some looked a little disheveled like they just rolled out of bed. Others’ clothing were torn and covered in blood and dirt. Fear welled up in Rosemarie, she felt like screaming.

As the car pulled away, the tires squealed on the pavement. The mob of zombies started following the car. More zombies seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“They’re everywhere,” Rosemarie’s voice sounded strangled.

“I know,” said Randy.

Trying to keep ahead of the massing horde of zombies, Neil drove quickly around, through, and over the obstacles in the street.

“Let’s lose them down a sidestreet,” said Randy, pointing to a street into a neighborhood. As they turned down a street, he rolled down the window to flip off the zombies.

Between Neil’s erratic driving and seeing the walking corpses, Rosemarie was trying not to throw up in the backseat.

“Please...slow...down,” she said between gulping breaths.

Neil may have slowed down a miniscule amount, but Rosemarie could not tell the difference. He swerved down a road and sped up another street. Rosemarie found that if she stared at the back of Neil’s head, she started to feel better.

After a few minutes, Randy turned to look out the back window.

“Looks like we lost them,” he said, “for now.”

Neil slowed the car. “Where to now?” he asked.

“We could try the pet store,” said Rosemarie from the backseat.

“The pet store?” said Randy. “Why the fuck would we go there?”

Rosemarie sighed, “Medicine made for animals can be used for humans. We just need a higher dose of it, dumbass. And Murphy needs some puppy-charms.”

“Great idea! I think I remember where there’s a fairly large pet store. I doubt anyone ransacked that place,” said Neil. “We’ll take a roundabout way to avoid most of the biters.”