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I drive along the dark road. Barely Illuminated by the lights of my truck. I look at my watch. I have 95 hours and 23 minuets until I turn. My arm still stings from the recent bite and duct tape wraps around it tightly. As I drive I look down at a photo. My wife and son look back at me. I need to make It to them. I need to see my wife. My kid needs to see his dad before he goes. I should be able to make it and have time to spend with them. I look up and see the road full of cars surrounded by unfriendly looking people. I swerve left and stop my car before grabbing my shotgun and stepping out of the car and aiming it at them. I hear talking from the crowd.
"Wait don't shoot! David?"
I lower my gun "Hank," I say greeting him
He walks from behind the cars "Oh shit! What are you doing here!?!"
I look around at the heavily armed men. "Going north. What are you doing"
"Huh?...Oh this! This Is recruitment! Ha ha. The new order!"
"Right. So you just stop people on the road and ask them to join?"
"That's right! Hey you should join! We got enough food and guns to really give em hell!"
"Im good, Hank. I'm trying to go North for my family" Suddenly I hear a voice from the crowd. "This guys a pussy Hank. Lets just fuck him up and take what he has"
Me and Hank turn to look at a man In his late 50s with a white beard and a large gut. He has tattoos all over his arms and looks like your average biker. He holds a revolver by his side. Hank looks at him with a confused look before putting on a smile and walking over to him.
"You really think that?"
"Yeah. Take the car and the lot."
"Alright can I borrow your gun?"
"Sure," says the man smiling a yellow toothy grin.
Hank smiles and takes the gun before quickly frowning and putting It to the mans head and pulling the trigger. A light POP is heard and the man falls on his side gurgling and moaning as blood pours out of his head and onto the tarmac bellow him.
Hank walks over to me with the gun. "Don't worry about him. He was trouble since we picked him up this was his last warning." He hands the gun to my chest.
"What do you say?"
I look around at the armoured cars and evil looking men staring at me.
"No sorry. I have to make It to my family"
"Ah no worries. But just know we got your back If you need us." He turns to his men.
"Move the cars and let him through!"
"Man are you serious?" An annoyed man from the crowd says.
"Move them!"
The cars are moved and I'm ready to start driving before Hank leans his head through my window and rests his arms on the door. He smiles genuinely
"So what's the duct tape for?"
He points at my bitten arm
"I just fell Is all"
His smile fades. "Hold on" He walks to a car and opens the trunk. Oh shit what is he doing? Oh fuck oh fuck. I look ahead and see men are standing In the way of the car. I'm not sure I could start It In time If something went down. Hank walks back and puts his hands through the window.
"Alcohol wipes, and gauze." he smiles and hands them to me before turning around.
I start my car and drive past the crowd. I watch them disappear in my rear view mirror. My heart pounds drums as I feel a cold sweat on my forehead.
I need to calm down
I pull out my pack of cigarettes and hit the bottom of the pack to reveal the last one. My dry lips wrap around It and I pull out my lighter. As I flip It open It slips out of my hands and lands by my feet. I look ahead and see nothing on the road. I quickly lean down and grab the lighter before lifting my head up and see a car directly In front of me and approaching fast.
"SHIT!!!"
I grab the wheel and swerve left, and I think I hear the other car do the same. It barely misses my car as I swerve Into circles. The lighter, cigarette pack, and medical supplies fly around In front of my vision before Im am thrown to the side and slam Into my door. I look up slowly and see the other car. It drove straight Into a large oak tree. Its hood Is deformed and smoke explodes out of where the engine Is.
"Fuck. No"
I look around scared. I consider continuing to drive but they could still be alive. This Is my fault. I calm my breathing before opening my door and stepping out with my shotgun. The air Is cold on my skin. It cools down my sweat and makes me shiver. I walk to the back of the car with my weapon drawn and see heads In the driver and passenger seat. One of them Is moving! I rush around to the front and gasp at what I see. A man sits In the driver's seat. Dead with a tree branch smashed through the glass and through his face. A woman In the passenger seat. Groaning and snarling as she takes bites of the man's neck and shoulder. Tearing chunks of his flesh off. A branch goes directly Into her heart. Dead, but not really. She notices me and reaches her arms at me. But her seatbelt holds her In place. I feel sick and begin to walk back before I look In the back. I see a girl lying on her back on the seats. I open the door and approach her. I put a hand on her head to hold her down in case she comes back as a zombie, and put my ear near her mouth. She breaths.
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