Dead America - Lowcountry Pt. 6 by Derek Slaton

Author:Derek Slaton [Slaton, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-26T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

There was a low moan from the road, and Ace dashed out from behind the police car, drawing his pocket knife. Before the dead mercenary could fully reanimate, he stabbed it in the head. He looked around, and his heart pounded at the sound of moans rising up nearby.

Dante was the first to spot them, seeing ghouls come around the corner of the station into the parking lot. Brandt fired at them, and the blast hit a zombie in the chest, shredding it but not slowing it down.

He turned tail and ran, despite Dante’s cry of warning, but it didn’t matter anyway, because more zombies came around the other side of the building.

“Back inside!” the Sheriff screamed, running for the door.

Ace lashed out, grabbing his arm and stopping him. “If we go in there we’re stuck there, they’ll swarm the door.”

“Safer than out here!” Brandt argued, jerking his arm away.

Dante clambered up onto the hood of one of the cars, making it up onto the roof.

“You can’t be fucking serious!” Brandt cried, and Ace shook his head.

“Suit yourself, then, but we’re not saving your ass a second time,” the redneck drawled, and jumped up on top of his own police car.

The Sheriff waffled for another second, but the zombies were coming fast. Instead of climbing up on a car, he ran for the SUV, diving inside.

“The tires are flat, idiot!” Ace called, but Brandt didn’t get into the driver’s seat, instead opting to pop up out of the sunroof. He gave Ace the finger, apparently unappreciative of the idiot moniker.

Dante drew his knife, stabbing at one of the ghouls smacking the side of the car he stood atop. There were enough zombies that the vehicle wobbled beneath him, but he was confident at least that it wouldn’t topple over. He hoped.

“Try not to waste bullets,” he called over his shoulder. “We also don’t want to make too much noise and attract too many of these things.”

Brandt scoffed. “As if there aren’t already too many?!” he demanded.

“Looks like we’ll be saving your ass for a second time,” Ace muttered, realizing that if the Sheriff couldn’t shoot, he wouldn’t be able to reach any heads from the sunroof. Unless he hung out one of the windows, but somehow the redneck didn’t foresee that happening. He wasn’t even sure if he had a blade, anyway, since they’d only suited up he and Henson with vests and shotguns.

“Should have grabbed Henson’s gun,” he said, dawning on him they could use the extra weapon.

Dante shook his head as he stabbed another zombie. “We’ll get it after,” he replied.

“After what?” Ace asked, sighing at the sheer number of ghouls surrounding them. “This is a lot bigger than I thought it would be.”

“Me too,” Dante admitted. “But we’re here now.” He continued to stab, as did Ace, but soon another problem arose. As corpses fell around the vehicles, the zombies got taller from being able to stand atop their dead brethren.

“We’re gonna have to move,” Ace said, pursing his lips as he assessed the situation.

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