eyes never left the window.
"I know the situation looks pretty bad."
"Bad? It's totally fucked!" She said, her voice suddenly angry.
"You're right." Matt said with a wry chuckle. "It is pretty fucked. But once we get out of the city and up to our friends property, everything will be ok." He wondered if he was trying to convince her or himself?
"Whatever." she said. "Don't you think there will be zombies up in the mountains? I mean, everybody left the city, and a whole bunch them must have went up into the mountains." This was the most she had talked since they had fled the house after the firefight with her ex-boyfriend Benny.
"Probably, but there won't be as many of them. And the rough terrain will make it hard for them to get around. We can handle them easily." Now he knew he was trying to convince himself...
It took them half an hour, which was ten minutes longer than Frank had given them, but they finally found a gas station that wasn't clogged with abandoned traffic or swarming with zombies. As they pulled into the dark lot, the headlights illuminated five zombies lurking about.
"I sure hope the power is on." Zack said.
Frank looked about. "The street lights are on." He pulled the bus into a refueling slot, but left the engine running. In the side mirror, he could see the first zombie bump into the side of the bus.
"What do you guys think?" asked Zack.
"The lights on the pump are off. I don’t think they have power." Frank said. "We're going to have to go inside and turn them on." In the side mirror he could see the zombie moving toward the bus door. Another one appeared behind it.
"Open the door Frank." Matt said, shouldering his rifle. Frank pulled the lever and the double doors swung open. Matt stepped outside, aiming at the first zombie; a gangly, teenaged boy wearing blue jeans and nothing else. His naked torso looked brutally mauled. It was six feet away when he put a bullet through its brain. It crumpled silently and he took aim and killed the second one.
Zack joined him outside the bus. "Close the door. We'll go inside and turn on the pumps."
They ran across the dark lot to the main building. The door was locked, but Matt put a round through the lock and the door opened.
"Definitely a habit." Zack muttered and turned on his flashlight. They followed the beam behind the counter.
"Here are the pump controls." Matt said. "But I don't see a power switch."
Zack swung the beam around. "Here's a door."
Matt held his rifle ready while Zack stood to the side and swung the door open, aiming the flashlight beam inside.
"Clear." Matt said after a moment. They stepped inside to a small room. There was a desk with a floor safe beneath it, a large ice machine for the fountain machines, and a large gray power box. A small digital clock plugged into the wall sat on the desk, reading 9:35 PM.
"Jackpot. Look at the clock, we still got power." Zack said smugly. He scanned the flashlight around the door until he found a light switch. He flipped it and a small bulb above lit up.
"You take care of the pumps. I'm dying for a candy bar." Matt exited the office, plucking the flashlight from Zack’s hand. Zack opened the electrical panel and studied it a moment before flipping the breakers for the pumps.
Matt had unwrapped a candy bar and was eating it and was now busy loading a plastic bag with candy and chips. "I'm so sick of Spam and sardines. After we gas up the bus were going to have to clean this place out for food."
"Agreed." Zack was examining the pump controls. He pushed a few buttons. "That should do it. I think we-"
"Oh shit!" Matt’s exclamation cut Zack off. He looked up to see an old Army jeep pulling into the station behind the bus.
"Get down." Zack said, ducking below the counter. Despite the light in the office, the interior of the station was still dark, and there was a good chance they hadn't been seen. He crawled from behind the counter to join Matt near the door.
"We're screwed." Matt
"I know the situation looks pretty bad."
"Bad? It's totally fucked!" She said, her voice suddenly angry.
"You're right." Matt said with a wry chuckle. "It is pretty fucked. But once we get out of the city and up to our friends property, everything will be ok." He wondered if he was trying to convince her or himself?
"Whatever." she said. "Don't you think there will be zombies up in the mountains? I mean, everybody left the city, and a whole bunch them must have went up into the mountains." This was the most she had talked since they had fled the house after the firefight with her ex-boyfriend Benny.
"Probably, but there won't be as many of them. And the rough terrain will make it hard for them to get around. We can handle them easily." Now he knew he was trying to convince himself...
It took them half an hour, which was ten minutes longer than Frank had given them, but they finally found a gas station that wasn't clogged with abandoned traffic or swarming with zombies. As they pulled into the dark lot, the headlights illuminated five zombies lurking about.
"I sure hope the power is on." Zack said.
Frank looked about. "The street lights are on." He pulled the bus into a refueling slot, but left the engine running. In the side mirror, he could see the first zombie bump into the side of the bus.
"What do you guys think?" asked Zack.
"The lights on the pump are off. I don’t think they have power." Frank said. "We're going to have to go inside and turn them on." In the side mirror he could see the zombie moving toward the bus door. Another one appeared behind it.
"Open the door Frank." Matt said, shouldering his rifle. Frank pulled the lever and the double doors swung open. Matt stepped outside, aiming at the first zombie; a gangly, teenaged boy wearing blue jeans and nothing else. His naked torso looked brutally mauled. It was six feet away when he put a bullet through its brain. It crumpled silently and he took aim and killed the second one.
Zack joined him outside the bus. "Close the door. We'll go inside and turn on the pumps."
They ran across the dark lot to the main building. The door was locked, but Matt put a round through the lock and the door opened.
"Definitely a habit." Zack muttered and turned on his flashlight. They followed the beam behind the counter.
"Here are the pump controls." Matt said. "But I don't see a power switch."
Zack swung the beam around. "Here's a door."
Matt held his rifle ready while Zack stood to the side and swung the door open, aiming the flashlight beam inside.
"Clear." Matt said after a moment. They stepped inside to a small room. There was a desk with a floor safe beneath it, a large ice machine for the fountain machines, and a large gray power box. A small digital clock plugged into the wall sat on the desk, reading 9:35 PM.
"Jackpot. Look at the clock, we still got power." Zack said smugly. He scanned the flashlight around the door until he found a light switch. He flipped it and a small bulb above lit up.
"You take care of the pumps. I'm dying for a candy bar." Matt exited the office, plucking the flashlight from Zack’s hand. Zack opened the electrical panel and studied it a moment before flipping the breakers for the pumps.
Matt had unwrapped a candy bar and was eating it and was now busy loading a plastic bag with candy and chips. "I'm so sick of Spam and sardines. After we gas up the bus were going to have to clean this place out for food."
"Agreed." Zack was examining the pump controls. He pushed a few buttons. "That should do it. I think we-"
"Oh shit!" Matt’s exclamation cut Zack off. He looked up to see an old Army jeep pulling into the station behind the bus.
"Get down." Zack said, ducking below the counter. Despite the light in the office, the interior of the station was still dark, and there was a good chance they hadn't been seen. He crawled from behind the counter to join Matt near the door.
"We're screwed." Matt
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