Week 19: The Mob

As I was driving down I-75 a lady dashed out into the roadway. I nearly ran her over… on purpose. I thought she was a damn zombie, but she wasn't. She was something else.

I managed to swerve out of the way and stopped the van. She came clawing at Brenda’s door, crying and pleading for help. I opened the rear doors to let her in as a small mob emerged from the tree line behind her.

I asked the girl who they were and all she said was that they wanted to kill her. I guess I couldn’t let that happen so I told her to stay in the van. Told Brenda to keep an eye on her, grabbed my shotgun and I went out to meet the mob.

There were 7 of them, teenagers mostly. Guys and girls with torches, kitchen knives and axes parading around like they were on their way to kill Frankenstein’s monster. I didn’t see any firearms among them so I didn’t raise my shotgun but I made damn sure they saw it.

As I approached them the eldest looking one, probably in his mid twenties, stepped forward. I asked him if there was a problem.

“Not yet” He said, then he asked me if I realized I was harboring an infected, zombie-loving whore.

I told him that maybe I did and maybe I didn’t but either way it was none of his business.

Then he admitted that we have a problem and that they might have to make it their business.

That’s when I raised my shotgun. I told them that I might not be able to kill all of them but I would damn sure be able to kill whoever made the first move.

He looked me over and told me he didn’t think I knew a thing about killing a living person.

I told him I knew more about it than I would like to admit. I like to think I was bluffing. He didn’t seem to think so. He and his cohorts turned around and went back into the woods.

I turned my attention back to the infected girl that was currently hiding out in my van with Brenda. First I asked her name. It is Sarah. Then I asked if she was infected. She is. Finally I asked how long. She told me it had been two months since she had been bitten.

No one lasts more than a week. That is when I noticed she was sweating. It was milky white.

Sarah is a carrier.
 
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