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“Did not!”

“Oh, yeah. Sure did!”

“Who? Tell!”

“Peggy. ”

“No!”

“Yep. ”

“She’s a dirty whore!” Ken frowned, clearly jealous.

“Oh, yeah,” Dale answered with satisfaction.

“No fair! I didn’t get laid! I’m laidless. No fair!”

Suddenly, Dale reached out and grabbed Ken’s shoulder.

“Okay, if you insist!” Ken joked

, then saw the look on Dale’s face. Turning, Ken gasped as he saw a horde of zombies emerging from the trees next to them.

“They shouldn’t be here!” Dale grabbed the radio. “We got hundreds of zombies at our location. A massive horde. Do you read me?”

In a panic, Ken hit the Lock button and the doors all locked.

“Repeat that,” Kevin’s voice answered.

“We got zombies,” Dale answered, then muttered, “Oh, shit” and tossed the mouthpiece to Ken. Shifting gears, the Durango lurched forward as the zombies began to encircle it. The vehicle smashed into a few undead then rolled down the street out of their grasp.

“Zombies everywhere. Coming out of the trees on both sides of us. Oh, shit, and up the road. I thought you got them to turn to the west,” Ken screamed into the radio.

“Pull back,” Kevin ordered. “We must have missed some in the recon. ”

“I should say so,” Ken snapped back. “Because, brotha, they are all over the freaking place. ”

Dale shifted gears again and began to turn the big vehicle around. The narrow road didn’t allow a full u-turn, so he had to back up to readjust the angle again.

“We are totally surrounded! This is not good,” Ken shouted into the radio.

Dale backed up to readjust one more time when the wave of zombies hit the truck in full force. It was an unrelenting wall of flesh, bone and decay that pushed in with such force, the Durango rocked. Moaning, desperate faces filled the windows as claw-like hands scrabbled at the doors.

“Fuck,” Ken whispered into the mouthpiece, then dropped it.

The moans of the hungry zombies was deafening.

Dale reversed and tried to back up but it was as if the truck was trying to push its way through a brick wall. The zombies barely yielded and the press against the truck from all sides continued.

“Dale,” Ken said softly.

“I know,” Dale answered.

The Durango was now being pushed across the road, despite Dale’s attempts to floor it. There was too much pressure coming against the vehicle from the enormous wave of zombies coming up through the forest.

Sliding sideways, the truck protested as the metal groaned against the constant assault. Ken screamed as a zombie’s body pressed against his window began to pop and split apart like a ripe melon.

“Shit, oh, shit,” Ken whispered. He heard Kevin’s voice demanding to know their status, but he ignored it. Dale was cussing so colorfully Ken would have been impressed if he wasn’t so damn scared.