She yanked up her pants. "Katie," she whispered and pointed.
Katie looked, studied, and realized what the dark swarm of ant-like creatures on the far road was. "Fuck. " She motioned to Jason. "Empty your bladder now. We're outta here. "
Jason realized what they were looking at and hopped out and took care of business without a single complaint about the two women hovering at his sides. Jack bound out as well, looked at Jason, and decorated all four tires with a nice little stream and left a tidy little brown package behind the truck in the middle of the road. He immediately followed Jason back into the truck, giving Jenni a doggy grin that told her he had found satisfaction.
"Hoping a zombie steps in it, huh," Jenni said with a little smile.
She could have sworn Jack's smile got bigger.
Casting a wary glance at the distant running throng that was steadily working its way across the road in the far distance, she whispered a silent prayer. Katie shifted into gear and they continued down the road, a thin line of trees and the valley of farmland separating them from certain death.
"What if one of them looks this way?" Jason's voice sounded a little on the high end of the scale.
He's terrified, Jenni thought. And she had to admit she was, too.
"Pray that they don't," Katie answered.
Then, much to their relief, the road swerved around a corner and put the view of the zombie throng behind them.
She couldn't help but turn around in her seat and stare out the back window. Jack and Jason were doing the same thing. The dog looked at her and gave a light woof and Jenni wasn't sure what that meant or if it was comforting.
"This cannot get any worse!"
All three J's immediately turned their attention back to the road in front of them. The truck was slowing down.
A narrow bridge lay before them deftly blocked by a large overturned farm truck and the large haul of hay bales it had been dragging behind it.
Inside the overturned truck cab, two zombies where flailing against the glass, going wild as they spotted potential meals. The driver was badly mauled and was not much a threat due to the severe lack of one arm and half of its other arm. The female zombie lying virtually on top of him with only a throat wound visible was a bit feistier.
"Bet he was trying to save her and she ate him," Jason said.
Jenni just kept blinking. There was no way across the bridge.
Next to her Katie was rhythmically banging her head against the pale white knuckles of her hands.
"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," she was muttering.
"We have to go back," Jenni said softly.
"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," Katie kept on.
"Maybe we could wait until the zombie army passes by the intersection back there, then hightail it back to the gun store," Jason suggested.
"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck"
Jenni looked behind the truck, then up ahead. There was no choice.
"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckaduck," Katie finally finished and looked up. "Okay, do we sit here and wait for-"
The female zombie finally managed to locate an opening in the bashed up cab and was squirming out.
"That answers that," Katie decided.
"Woof," Jack said. He was staring at the back window.
"Uh…we have zombies," Jason said looking out the rear window.
Jenni whipped around to see three old women, well, what had used to be old women, still in their flowered summer dresses, running toward them.