The First Days (As the World Dies 1)

Travis ran a few feet in front of her. She was panicking as the stench of decay and death grew stronger and the footsteps got closer. The keening was louder, more hungry, more crazed.

"Duck," Travis exclaimed, stopping and whirling about.

Katie ducked down, slipping around him as he lifted the spear up. She heard a meaty THWUANK and turned to see the spear jammed into the zombie’s mouth. It fell back, twisting on the ground, trying to get up. Katie drew her gun as Travis reached for the spear.

"No time," she said, grabbing his arm. "More might come. "

Travis nodded and they both ran.

The truck loomed large and red before them. Katie noted the gore and blood now dried to its heavy deer guard. Despite her frantic thoughts, she noted that there was nothing undead lurking under the heavy truck. Scanning the street beyond their destination, she saw nothing stirring. The zombies were behind them.

She reached the truck first. She turned, her gun drawn, and aimed back down the street to cover Travis. She could see Juan and Jenni on the back of a truck, watching them.

Katie heard a metallic pop as Travis opened the gas tank. She dropped one hand and her fingers closed over the keys in her pocket. Her eyes scanned the far corner as her hand reached out and opened the driver's side door. Even in their haste, both Jenni and Katie had shut the truck doors when they had fled the evening before.

"More are coming," Jenni suddenly shouted.

Both Juan and Jenni began to motion frantically to hurry.

"Travis," Katie said in a strained voice.

"I heard them," Travis answered tersely.

The glug glug glug of the gas being poured into the tank was a welcome sound, but the howls and screeches of the approaching zombies were not.

They rounded the corner, a torrent of battered, bloodied, ripe dead bodies. Katie lifted her gun a little higher as she edged into the cab and put the keys in the ignition.

"Travis," she said softly.

"On the second one," he responded.

The zombies were closing fast. There were at least a dozen. They were running so fast their limbs were popping, arms suddenly going limp, legs suddenly dragging. But there were enough of them that a good portion kept a steady sprint.

"Travis," she said again.

"Fuck it!" He threw away the second gas container, an arc of clear fluid splashing the brick road. He shoved the gas cap in place and darted around to the passenger side.

Katie yanked her door shut and gunned the engine. It didn't start.

Travis slammed the passenger door. "Go! Go! Go!"

"It won't!"

"Keep trying! It was bone dry. It will take a few tries!"

Katie kept turning it on, pumping the gas, her eyes on the zombies just a few yards from the truck. The engine caught suddenly and roared to life. She shifted gears and floored it, the truck barreling through the zombies and toward the truck barrier where Jenni and Juan were jumping up and down on top of a dirt truck.

"Drive fast so the zombies won't have a chance to catch up, then we get Juan and Jenni, and go," Travis said breathlessly.

Katie nodded.

The truck was now a block away from the fort.

It seemed impossible for there to be that many zombies at once, but the road ahead of them was filling like water fills a basin. All sizes, all ages, all rushing toward the truck, all howling. The battered, torn bodies of men, women, and children stumbled, staggered, ran and even sprinted toward them.

Katie slammed on the brakes. "Oh, God. "

Travis sat silently, watching the flood. "They're out. "