'Til Death Do Us Part (34 page)

BT merely nodded.
“
Almost out of here.
”
The closer they got to the front
,
the worse the devastation. Large divots of earth where mortars, grenades and rockets had hit were removed
.
F
inding a viable way around was becoming its own hazard.

“
I
’
m getting of
f,
”
Gary told BT.

“
You can walk faster than I
’
m going anyway.
”

“
Not that I
’
m not appreciative
,
BT
,
but I
’
d rather find another ride.
”

“
Fuck it.
”
BT got off the bike. He shut it off and put the kick stand down.
“
I
’
ll leave it here just in case
,
but there has to be something up closer than we can take.
”

“
I hope so,
”
Gary said.
He
wasn
’
t holding out hope
,
though
;
it looked like the cars here had been used for target practice. Large caliber machinegun rounds were ripped through most of them.
People, plastic, wood
,
and steel were shredded along with the occasional zombie.
“
It doesn
’
t really look like they c
ared what they were shooting at,
”
Gary said as he did the Holy T
rinity on his chest. BT remained silent, the anger inside of him threatening to boil over.

A large horn blat stopped them both in their tracks, followed immediately by a cackle and the roar
of a diesel engine turning over.
BT and Gary broke into a
trot
to see what Mrs.
Deneaux
was up to now. She beeped the horn a few more times for good measure.

“
Fuck
,
woman
,
the whole world is going to know where we
’
re at!
”
BT yelled as they got to within hailing distance.

“
Too late
,
fuckwad!
”
s
he screamed as she leaned her head out the window and pointed behind the duo. Scores of speeders were streaming towards Gary and BT.

“
I guess the bikers lost,
”
Gary said as he broke into a sprint, followed immediately by BT who quickly outpaced him.

“
You
r
brother was right,
”
BT said over his shoulder.
“
You are slow.
”

“
Funny, don
’
t make me shoot you,
”
Gary huffed.

A puff of black smoke
belched from
the deuce
’
s exhaust stack.

“
Is she leaving?
”
Gary cried, trying to find another gear he did not possess. Barring any unfortunate mishap he felt safe in the assumption that he could make it ahead of the lead zombies
,
but anything past where the truck was now and he was food.

“
Fucking bitch,
”
BT said as he surged forward
,
finding that gear that Gary found so elusive.

Gary had not felt so alone since a junior high dance when his girlfriend Maureen O
’
Connell had started to dance with his then best friend Pat McDonough. He had not talked to either one since.
“
Weird thought,
”
Gary mumbled as he plodded on, g
aining on the truck
but
losing
ground
with the zombies.

The truck
,
which was facing the traffic jam
,
was now backing
up;
Deneaux
cut the wheel to the right
,
then started to swing the truck around. She had it facing away as she backed up to its earlier spot.

BT had caught up and jumped onto the runner on the driver
’
s side.
“
Move your skinny ass over!
”
h
e yelled.

“
I hope you can drive one of t
hese better than the motorcycle,
”
s
he quipped as she placed the truck in park and did as she was told.

“
Getting in the back!
”
Gary yelled
as he hoisted himself up and in. H
e pulled the small tailgate closed and quickly placed the left side locking pin in place. He was not thrilled with his choice of riding spots as the zombies were close enough to shake hands with.
“
GO, GO, GO!
”
h
e screamed.

Gary scramble
d back down the narrow
truck bed
. H
e got his rifle ready and shot the first zombie as it came up and into the truck. The truck lurched into gear and stalled.
Deneaux
was cackling wildly, zombies were sl
amming full tilt into the truck;
a few were trying to get in through the back.

“
Oh please get this truck moving,
”
Gary entreated as he began to fire at a multitude of targets.
The truck rumbled back to life;
more gunfire erupted as
Deneaux
was shooting at zombies that were coming up on to the sides of the truck.

“
Any day,
”
s
he said calmly to BT, referring to him getting the truck in gear.

Gary had pushed back as far as he could
,
his back resting against the cool metal of the front of the transport. At least three zombies were having varying degrees of success trying to get in as BT hesitantly got the behemoth truck rolling.
It was a good two hundred yards of traveling time before they began to outpace the fast zombies. A baker
’
s dozen of
them
had latched on to the truck and were making their way as best they could to their targets.

Somehow
,
a zombie had
climbed
on top of the truck and Gary could see it trying to rip through the heavy canvas
,
but he had more immediate problems. The first zombie that had come in was still
alive;
the bullet had traveled alongside its head and not quite killed it. Two others were dead
,
and one was holding on to the ta
ilgate for dear unlife.
Gary
was completely out of ammo.

He frantically felt around his pockets looking for any spare ordinance, remembering that he had left it in
Deneaux
’
s
saddle bags. A tear above him brought his attention that way as he saw a finger poke through a small hole.

“
Time is running out,
”
Gary said as he stood, stooping to stay
out of reach
. He moved to the rear of the truck
,
taking careful stock of the dazed
and
hopefully dying zombie. The zombie
on the tailgate
snarled and snapped its teeth as Gary a
pproached. I
ts feet were bouncing along wildly on the asphalt as it clung to the tailgate. Gary couldn
’
t help but smile when he thought the zombie looked suspiciously like Michael Flatley. The moment passed quickly as he brought the butt of his weapon down heavily on the fingers of the zombie.

Nothing, not so much as a whimper
,
as Gary used crushing force to dislodge the zombie
’
s hands. The zombie was
still
trying to pull itself into the
truck.
Gary repeatedly smashed the hands until there was nothing more than shredded skin
holding the zombie to the truck;
inertia and gravity did the rest as the fingers separated away from the body. The zombie tumbled down the roadway,
once it came to a full stop it immediately got up and started running again towards the truck.

“
You have got to be kidding me?
”
Gary ask
ed, just then he heard the tell
tale sound of canvas tearing followed immediately by a heavy thud as the zombie fell through the hole it had made.
“
This is insane!
”
Gary yelled as he rushed over to the zombie and began to drive the butt of his rifle into its skull before it had a chance to regain its legs.

The zombie thrashed wildly back and forth as Gary cave
d in its head. The pile of bone-
infused meat on the floor by his feet did not resemble anything even remotely human, but the twitching wedding band laden left hand would be something that haunted him.

“
I think I
’
m going to throw up,
”
Gary said as he dropped his rifle and lurched to the rear of the truck reluctant to add his bile to the ever expanding pool of human
-like
matter already there.

He was hanging his head over the lip of the tailgate trying to pull in as much fresh air as was possible, which was not easy considering he was directly in the flow pattern of the truck
’
s exhaust. That was still better than the zombies. The truck was moving and the shooting had subsided, Gary felt they must be out of immediate danger right until he felt something bit
e
down on his ankle. Denim and leather the only things that separated him from certain death, Gary
jumped up and scooted down to the front of the truck on the bench seat used for troop transportation using the butt of his rifle as a make-shift paddle
, he didn
’
t stop until his
rifle butt
plunged into the mashed head of the zombie that had dropped from the ceiling. For reason
s
he still can
’
t fathom
,
he pulled his
gun up
and towards his face so that he could see what was stuck there. He vomited as the gray-black gelatinous ooze dripped from
the stock
and onto his lap.

The zombie that had been dazed
and
laying on the floor
was now making its way to an oblivious Gary. At some point the truck had stopped and BT had come around the back.

“
Gary
,
you alright?
”
BT was yelling as he did so.

Gary
’
s retching was the only response.

The zombie
’
s hand had gripped the bottom of Gary
’
s boo
t and was pulling itself closer.
Gary was cognizant of the approaching danger but was unable to respond.

“
Fuck
,
man!
”
BT said as he grabbed the back of the zombie
’
s legs and was now pulling the zombie and Gary towards him.

Deneaux
shot the zombie in the head point blank as B
T pulled it free from the truck.
Gary was staring at the whole exchange not really registering anything.

“
He looks bit,
”
Mrs.
Deneaux
said as she leveled the gun on Gary.

“
He’
s not fuckin
g bitten. Put the damn gun down,
”
BT told her.
“
Right
,
Gary?
”
BT asked.

Gary slightly shifted his gaze so he could look at BT.

“
Come on
, man,
”
BT motioned.
“
You can sit up front with us.
”