tight grip on my shoulder.
“RUN!” I yell.
I rush out and make a quick B line for the car forgetting about my discarded clothes. We make it to the car and I jerk on the door handle.
“IT’S LOCKED!!” I yell across the car to Tony. I bang on the windows. “OPEN THE DAMN DOORS!” I yell as my fist bang against the glass. I glance over my shoulder to see a swarm of flesh eaters stumbling and staggering their way toward us. Just as the first one makes its way to me the door flies open and I jump in and slam it shut just in time because the flesh eater smashes up against my window. Its face is badly mangled and the oozing blood from his half torn off jaw smears on the glass where his face made contact. I lean over quickly unlocking Tony’s door and he jumps in just as fast as I had.
I start the car and yank the gear shift down in reverse and stomp on the pedal causing the car to speed backwards running over several flesh eaters. I whip the car around and fly down the ramp taking the curves on two wheels.
“HOLY FUCK THAT WAS CLOSE!” Tony says with a huff once we are out of the parking deck.
I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, “Yes it was,” I say as I make our way back onto the highway.
“Umm…Liv where is your shirt?” Wil asks from the backseat
I am glad it is dark in here because my face would be four different shades of red right now.
“Uh... A flesh eater had me by it so I slipped it off to get away?” I say as more of a question than statement.
“Sure it did,” Wil giggles.
“Here babe,” Tony says pulling off his top shirt leaving him in just his white muscle shirt. I reach over and grab it, thankful.
“Thank you,” I say while hurriedly pulling the shirt over my head. As it slides down my face I can smell his Chocolate Axe body spray that I bought him a couple months ago.
I drive for what seems like hours and when the sun finally starts sneaking over the horizon I let out a sigh. We have officially made it our first day alive in this new hell.
“I have to pee,” Wil says nervously from the back seat.
It seems so weird to think of normal things like bathroom breaks and showers now. Even after a day it’s like my whole thought process as changed from normal to protective. I have to keep myself alive, Emily, Tony and Wil.
“I will pull over in the next safest town and we will see if we can find a bathroom and more supplies, also we will need gas soon.” I cock my head back to make sure Wil can hear me.
“Thanks Liv.”
I look up in the rearview mirror and smile at Wil. She has been my best friend so long it is only fitting that she be with me during the end of the world or whatever it is that is happening. I need to teach her how to defend herself. What if I am not around to do it for her? That thought terrifies me to think that I may not be around to save her. I need to find her her own Mr. Bat so to speak.
We pull into an old run down gas station that has definitely seen better days. The white sign is rusted out and you can’t really make out the name. But hey, it has gas pumps and hopefully food inside.
I pull up to the tanks. “You pump gas,” I say looking to Tony. “And you come with me,” I say looking at Wil. “And you, Bimbo, do you think you can keep an eye out on this one until we get back?” I motion to Emily. “Keep the doors locked and you should be fine.” I turn to get out of the car then turn back and glare at Becky. “Oh and if you let anything happen to her I WILL kill you, slowly and painfully,” I smirk and get out closing the door behind me, with trusty Mr. Bat swinging by my side.
As soon as we step out of the car I quietly make my way to Willow, waiting until she is out of the car and beside me. We start making our way to the front door of the store. There are flesh eaters in the distance so I turn to Wil and raise my finger to my lips until she nods that she understands to be quiet.
We push the door open and I cringe