Run: A Post Apocalyptic Thriller by Rich Restucci Read Free Book Online Page B

Dallas started slowing down, and Rick told him to take the next right. Dallas stopped the truck and pointed out the window to the left. In the second story window of a consignment shop was a woman frantically waving her arms. The undead were thin in this area, so Rick stopped and got out of the vehicle with his AR-15. He dropped two infected with single shots to the head, moving toward the broken door of the shop. 
    “No, don’t!” the woman screamed. “There’s a bunch of them inside!” She threw a knapsack and two bags out the window. Rick caught the first heavy bag, and the other two landed on the street.  
    “Come on lady, we’ve got to go,” Rick yelled, shouldering one of the bags. An undead staggered out of the broken shop door, and he shot it in the throat. It stumbled backward, but didn’t go down. His second shot hit it below the left eye, and it fell back into the shop. There were others behind it, and Rick walked forward, shooting single shots. The woman dangled out the window, and dropped fifteen feet to the street, rolling as she hit the ground. It was a moment before she got up, but she ran to Rick and they picked up a bag each and ran to the Hummer. A thunderous boom echoed through the street, and an undead near the garbage truck flew backwards. Dallas fired another shell from the SPAS-12, and the head of a former business man disappeared in splash of crimson. Chris stepped out of the Hummer and fired at another undead sneaking up on Dallas’ blind side. He missed, and shot again, grazing it in the back of the shoulder. 
    The woman got in the back seat of the Hummer, and Chris and Rick got in too. “Let’s move Dallas, we got her,” Rick said into the radio. Again there was no response, but the garbage truck once again lurched forward.  
    “Thank you so much! I thought I was dead for sure, they were breaking down my door. I had been hiding upstairs at my work for hours, but they found me! They killed my boss this morning, it was horrible.”  
    “It’s ok,” said Chris, “we weren’t going to leave you. What’s your name?” 
    “Anna,” she said, “Anna Hargis.”  
    “Hi Anna, my name’s Chris, and this is Rick and Sam. The guy in the garbage truck is Dallas, he’s the one who saw you.” 
    “Thank God for you all.”
    “Don’t thank us yet, you might not like what we’re about to do,” said Rick. “When we stop, I’m going to get out, run in the house, and get my father. You’re going to stay and watch Sam. Chris, give her your gun. I just met you, Anna, but I have to trust you. Watch my little girl. I’m leaving the keys with you and Chris, and if we’re not out in three minutes, you guys take Sam and get to the ship yard at the end of 3 rd street. Get to a boat and get to Alcatraz. Chris, you jump out too, but stay near the car, and cover it.”  
    Anna swallowed hard. “I’ve never shot anyone before.”  
    “Hopefully you won’t have to today,” Chris said to her. 
    “Anna,” Rick said with menace, “If I come out in less than three minutes, and the Hummer is gone, I will find you. There’s no place for you to hide.” Anna nodded quickly. 
    They continued, Dallas driving over any undead in his path, with Rick providing directions. They got to the end of Rick’s father’s street, and Rick called Dallas again. “Dallas, his house is the third from the end of the street, by the playground. You want to stir some trouble before we get there?”  
    The horn on the garbage truck blared for five seconds, and it moved forward quickly. The truck shot away from the Hummer, and ran over everything in its path, picking up speed as it flew down the street. Dallas had destroyed seventeen undead in the road before the Hummer pulled up to Rick’s dad’s house. The garbage truck turned a corner at the end of the road, and disappeared from view, the big diesel engine fading in the distance.
    Rick and Chris hurried out of the Hummer, and Anna moved into the