“Oh, God,” Katie exclaimed.
“What’s worse is that they hadn’t left the departure point. Which means the zombies are further ahead than we thought,” Travis said in a hollow voice.
Juan stepped into the room. “We’re taking off in the other helicopter. I’ll let you know what we find. ”
“Be careful out there,” Travis answered.
Peggy continued to try to raise the two missing men.
“I will be,” Juan assured him, then was gone.
Katie sat up slowly and curled up on the sofa, tears. Her arms folded over her belly as though to shield her unborn child from all this terror. The loss of life in the last few months was staggering. How much more could they endure?
“I wish Nerit was here,” Peggy said through her sobs. “I wish she was here.
She’d know what to do. No offense, Travis, but she would. ”
Travis nodded grimly. “I know. But we need to keep doing our best. Once we know what is going on out there, we’ll figure out the next step. ”
Peggy wiped her tears away again and turned back to the communication center. “Come in, Dale. Come in, Ken. What is your status? Repeat, what is your status?”
* * * * * “Keep going, Bill,” Kevin said into his headset. “You’ve got them following you and that’s what we need. Keep an eye on your gas gauge and keep right at the speed where you are now. ”
“Can’t say I feel too comfortable right now,” Bill’s voice answered.
Kevin looked down at the bright cherry red Durango and the mass of gray, decaying people following behind it. “I know, Bill. But you’re doing a good job. ”
Next to Kevin, Bette sat trembling from pain as Linda did her best to set her arm and bandage it. Curtis was a hunched figure in the passenger seat up front. Ed sat grimly with his rifle at the ready watching the horde of zombies below.
The tension was unbearable. They had all heard Ken’s hysterical voice.
There was a very good chance that Dale and Ken were gone.
As the news came in that the second helicopter was now in the air and going to check out the situation, Kevin looked down at the Durango and the following parade of the dead.
The situation was beginning to feel helpless.
3. The Pied Piper of the Living Dead
Katarina looked into the side mirror of the Durango to see her sunburned face gazing back at her from beneath her cowboy hat. Her sunglasses hid eyes that she knew must be wide with fear. Her gaze slipped slightly to one side and the undead stumbling behind the Durango came into view.
The creatures were so determined they had actually increased in speed.
Bill had to push down on the accelerator just a bit to keep ahead of the flesh eating mob.
Twisting around in her chair, she looked out the back window at the massive crowd of zombies trailing them. Her stomach heaved again and she tried hard not to vomit. Her fear was so powerful, she was trembling.
She had lost any semblance of calm quite some time ago. Her teeth were chattering and Bill kept touching her to reassure her. She was sure Nerit would be sorely disappointed in her. But this was different from being a sniper. Not since the first day had she seen the dead so close, and beyond that, so many.
Behind the walls, even the makeshift walls from the first days, she had felt safe whenever she had faced a large mass of zombies. She had faith in those walls. But out here on the country roads, there were no walls. Just endless road, trees, shrub and the unwavering dead. And out here, despite the helicopter overhead, it was just she and Bill. Bill, who loved her. She loved him so much that she was terrified of what could happen to him.
Yes, she was ter
rified of possibly dying under the snapping, tearing jaws of the undead, but Bill. . .
“Bill, how much longer?”
“About ten more minutes,” Bill answered. He was sweating profusely because of the unrelenting glare of sunlight through the windshield.