Siege (As the World Dies 3)

“No, no!” She tried to drag him, but he kept screaming in pain.

Another zombie landed on the mattresses. Then another. They were tumbling out of the window faster now. Some were crawling across the roof, others struggling to their feet.

“Jenni, do as he says!” Bill’s voice was urgent and stricken all at the same time.

“Make it fast!” Roger screamed at her, his eyes fastened on the zombies crawling toward him. “I don’t want to be eaten alive! Do it!”

Jenni rose to her feet, her gaze sliding to the zombies. Their teeth were snapping together in anticipation of their feast.

“Roger, I’m sorry,” she whispered.

She felt her finger pull the trigger and saw him fall back just as one of the zombies grabbed the bone sticking out of his leg.

Bill grabbed her, yanked her around, and they ran together to the edge of the roof. Looking back, she saw that Roger’s dead body was giving them time to escape. The undead were swarming him, tearing him apart.

“Roll when you land,” Bill ordered.

With a nod, she sat down on the edge of the roof, her legs dangling.

Taking a breath, she pushed off. She landed hard again, but managed to roll. Sharp swift pain hit her side. When she rose, she felt blood on her hands, warm and sticky. Looking down, she saw she had landed on the makeshift bag and something inside had sliced through the fabric and cut a two inch gash in her side.

Bill landed with a thud next to her and managed to get to his feet. “Just run,” he said.

There were zombies all over the front lawn and climbing out of a lower window. The shambling figures were already moving toward them. Bill and Jenni ran, weaving through the dead, avoiding their grasping hands, all the way to the red truck. Leaping inside, they slammed the doors shut.

Bill had barely locked the doors when the banging on the sides began.

Turning on the engine, he floored it before the wave of zombies pouring out of the hospital could block off their exit.

Pulling off her jacket, Jenni tried to staunch the flow of blood from her wounded side.

“What happened?” Bill demanded.

“Cut myself on something in the bag,” she answered. She lifted her t-shirt to show him the even slash in her side.

“Okay,” Bill said with relief.

Looking into the rear view mirror she could see the throng of zombies crowding the front lawn of the hospital. There had been far more than they realized. They had been incredibly lucky to escape.

They fell into silence as the truck roared down the road. The sun was setting and the sky was ablaze in pinks and purples.

“We had to leave him,” Bill finally said. “His legs were broken. We couldn’t have carried him. ”

“I know. ”

“We all knew the risks,” Bill continued.

“I know. ” Jenni was crying and her side was killing her, but she had the tools needed to save Juan. At least she hoped what she had salvaged was enough.

Bill nodded grimly and kept driving.

An hour back to the fort then Juan would have his operation.

“Did you see the moving van?”

Jenni shook her head. “It was gone. ”

“They must be ahead of us then,” Bill decided. Reaching out, he snagged the CB mouthpiece. Turning it on, a screech filled the cab.