The Zombie Chasers by John Kloepfer

Author:John Kloepfer
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2010-01-20T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

She hoisted Rice to his feet by his shoulder strap, just in time, and they took off running.

“You just saved my life, Madison,” Rice huffed.

“I know. I should have my head examined.”

Safely inside the car now, Madison sped out of the parking lot in a burst of hysterical rubber. Zack stuck his head out the window and sighed. He sniffed the night air, still ripe with the musky tang of meat gone bad.

“Zack, put up the window, man.” Rice coughed. “You shouldn’t be breathing that stuff.”

“We’ve been breathing the air all night and nothing’s happened, Rice,” Zack said, slumping back down in his seat. “Stop being so paranoid.”

“Please roll up the window, Zack. That smell is awful,” Madison said calmly, focused behind the wheel.

Zack buzzed up the window, and Madison nodded thank-you. Rice rolled his eyes, and Zack flicked on the radio.

A long, high-pitched beep pierced their eardrums. Zack clasped both sides of his head. The beeping stopped, and an electronic voice recording came over the speakers, half human, half machine: “This is not a test. Repeat. This is not a test. The Emergency Alert System has been activated by the president to inform all United States citizens of the grave national crisis unfolding. All survivors in the Phoenix area should proceed directly southbound to the Tucson Air Force Base.”

“Tucson…? Tucson, Tucson?” Zack stammered.

“That’s like over an hour from here, guys,” Madison whined. “And I’ve never driven on the highway before.”

“We have no other choice,” Zack said.

The voice came back on the radio: “All drivers are advised to stay inside of their vehicles until they reach their designated military outpost. The source of the infection is still unknown…. Beeeeeeeeep…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Madison said, slowing down at a stop sign.

Just ahead of them, the block teemed with hundreds of zombies. They drifted drowsily, like crazed sleepwalkers.

“Sick….” Madison shuddered.

“Sick!” Rice smiled.

A teenage zombie wearing a BurgerDog polo shirt and server’s cap turned to face them. His left knee buckled backward, and he tottered with an excruciating sidelong limp. His head tilted to the right where the side of his neck was missing a large hunk. The drive-through headset and microphone were still clamped to his head. Zack did not want fries with that.

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