Blood Type Infected (Book 5): The Departed by Marchon Matthew

Author:Marchon, Matthew [Marchon, Matthew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2019-12-31T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 24

“Son of a bitch,” Marty grumbles, leaping into the driver’s seat as Maxwell scooches out of the way, still leaned over the middle console. “Dammit, we need a push! The wheels must be too far off the ground. Sami, how far out are they?”

“I don’t know. How am I supposed to know?” she squeals in a panic, opening the back door. “Really close, they’re running! Downhill!”

My plan was to pull body parts out from under the car, once they were all re-deaded. Is that right, re-deaded? Because they’re already dead and now they need to be dead again? Yeah, re-deaded. But apparently that won’t be happening.

Without a word exchanged between us, Felecia and I race to opposite sides of the car and push, using the frames of the backdoors for leverage. There’s more of them under here than I realized, she must have had the pedal to the metal, hoping to blast through a crowd of infects. The back tires aren’t even touching, at least not on my side. We’re jacked up on what looks like a chest, maybe a leg on top of it. Everything’s just a mess of blood and organs.

“Guys, get in, hurry, they’re right there!”

Those were not the words I wanted to hear come out of Sami’s mouth. She couldn’t have maybe said the ice cream truck was rolling through? Leave me alone, I’ve been wanting ice cream for days now. Or that it was a false alarm and they weren’t zombies running towards us but maybe, I don’t know, a flock of cuddly bunny rabbits who wanted their ears played with while their noses did that adorable twitching thing? Anything other than they’re right there!

Streams of blood and mangled flesh pelt the side of the car as Marty attempts to gun it in reverse. It’s like getting stuck in mud, except instead of mud, it’s human remains, and they are splattering all over my pants right now. It’s okay, pretty sure I peed in them already. I’d say it’s about time they get retired to the rag pile.

We’re out of time, when they get close enough that you can feel their footsteps through the pavement, it’s time to get the hell out of here. But where? We can’t exactly abandon ship and run downhill, we’ve seen how these bastards handle that, they’ll be tripping and falling down the road right after us. And if we jump in the car right now and close the doors, we’re trapped with no way out. We become that pussy of a pilot who’s flying away in our chopper as we speak.

The car moves! It moved, it just rolled backwards. Not much, but we’re off the bodies, the back wheels are touching! We did it!

The headlights illuminate the hillside, not what I wanted to see. It looks like a damn marathon, they’re everywhere, singles, couples, clusters and orgies of them, those are the ones that are too close so they touch and trip each other.

I didn’t realize it was this steep on our way up to the dam.

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