“We have to go back!” Aisha declared as Portia checked her
rearview.
“Hold on,” Portia said, performing a quick U-turn and
gunning it back toward the alley.
Matthew pushed at the mob of undead, swinging and slashing
with his knife, he severed fingers, ears and even a nose. The blade met true
with a few skulls but he hesitated to really reach into the group for fear of
being scratched or worse, bitten. Deciding it best to run for cover and wait
for help to arrive, he turned up the alley and ran, gaining much needed
distance between himself and the horde behind him. The sound of their ravenous
moaning fell into sync with the beating of his own heart as his feet pounded
the pavement. Turning down another corner of the alley he was abruptly faced by
a dead-end as the pack of rancid zombies grew steadily closer behind him.
His only choice would be to try and get underground once
more. But without his gear, flashlight and weapon, he didn’t favor that choice.
Before he put much more thought into it, he heard the sound of an engine roar
and hazarded a peek around the corner. Portia zoomed the large SUV down the
alley toward the group of walking corpses, slamming them into the front bumper,
smashing some against walls and ripping others apart beneath her tires.
Grinding over brittle bones and soggy flesh, the wheels hit
a slick and the vehicle spun out. Portia overcorrected and the rear of the
truck fishtailed into a dumpster causing it to roll. Matthew rushed back into
the corner as the large automobile came careening toward him, rolling a few
more times before coming to rest against the back brick wall of the passageway.
“Portia? Aisha?” Matthew called as he ran toward the
overturned vehicle hoping its two occupants were alive and uninjured. Reaching
into the broken out driver’s side window, he found Portia’s hand and checked
for a pulse.
“Matt?”
“I’m here, Portia. Can you move?”
“I think so. How’s Aisha?”
Moving to the back window, he looked inside but all he found
was blood. It covered the seat, the window, the floor and the roof. Aisha had been
thrown free of the truck. In a haste, he rounded the other side and found her
lying face up near the chain-link fence. “Aisha?”
Meanwhile, Portia tried to pull herself free of the upside-down
vehicle. The truck shifted and debris rained down on her. The smell of gasoline
made it to her nose before she was able to even get the seatbelt undone and
survival instinct kicked in. The latch stuck and the belt would not release.
With her free hand she gripped a piece of broken glass and
worked on cutting herself loose. Portia fell fast from her seat, the impact
shooting the air from her lungs. Agony seared a path across her back. She
rolled, bumping up against something unforgiving as she struggled out of the
busted window.
Scrambling to her feet, she moved over toward Matt and
Aisha, stopping in her tracks as she noticed the teen still had not moved from
where she’d landed. “Matt? Is she…?”
“She’s gonna be alright. We just need to get her home.” Matt
looked over his shoulder as he heard the other SUV returning.
Natalie didn’t wait for the vehicle to come to a complete
stop before she hopped out and rushed toward the scene. JC quickly followed.
“Oh my god,” Natalie exclaimed.
“JC, help me get her into the backseat.” Together, they
worked on resting the teen in the truck.
“This is all my fault. What if she’s seriously hurt?” Portia
whined.
“We won’t know until we get her home so let’s move, ok?”
Natalie said, pulling Portia toward the truck.
The group piled into the vehicle, everyone fearing the worst
as they started for home. Sitting in the seat behind Aisha, Portia tried to
remain positive and hoped Aisha’s lack of movement wasn’t the result of a
spinal cord injury.
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You faked me out! I thought Matthew was a goner, but nope. However there are still issues and lives at risk. Seat belts people. This is why you wear seat belts.
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