Free Total Apoc Trilogy (Book 2): Fighting the Hordes by TW Gallier Page B

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                "Get out of here!" I screamed.
                It was too late.  A big blonde guy grabbed Olivia and yanked her out of the driver's seat.  She flew a good ten feet, and her helmet came off upon impact with the ground.  Three others jumped on her as I aimed my AR15, but I was grabbed and pulled out before I could get a shot off.  Others piled into the jeep, dragging Ralph down even as he sprayed the area with M60 fire.
                Men kicked and punched me, until I stopped struggling.  I was barely conscious.  Then they dragged me to my knees, and another guy kicked me in the gut.  I puked.
                They dumped Ralph next to me a moment later, and then Olivia was dragged by her hair to my other side.  We were all battered and bloody, and I knew we were dead meat.  Our captors looked upon us with hate and fury.
                "You killed Nate and Sammy Jo, motherfuckers!" a big, long-haired guy shouted, all red-faced and fists clenched.  "I'm going to beat you to death!"
                "Aeeeiiiieee!" a few screamed to the north of us.
                Everyone turned to see zombies bearing down on us.  A few of the Deathdealers were already going down.  I reacted without thought.  Reaching down, I pulled my pistol, aimed at the big guy who wanted to beat us to death, and shot him in the head.  I guess Ralph and Olivia remembered they had pistols, because they started shooting, too.
                "Watch out for the walkers!" I called.  "To the jeep!"
                The Deathdealers, to their credit, didn't run away from the zombies.  They turned and attacked.  They forgot about us in doing so, since the zombies were even scarier than us.  I didn't mind being second in the scary department.  Still, a few of them turned on us.
                We shot them.
                Zombies were already at the jeep.  I pistol whipped the first to reach for me, before shooting the one behind him.  Then I thrust-kicked another in the chest to send him falling back into the others.  That gave me just enough time to jump into the jeep.  Olivia was in back, next to the M60 and struggling with a zombie holding her left wrist and trying to drag her back out of the jeep.
                I shot him in the face and he let go.  She plopped into the driver's seat, paused to shoot another zombie, and then started the jeep.  She put it into gear.
                "Wait for Ralph!" I screamed.  "Ralph!"
                Two zombies had him, pulling him away from us.  I scrambled into the back of the jeep, emptied my pistol into the zombies around him, and reached for him.  Ralph grabbed my hand.
                "Go, Olivia, go!"
                The jeep surged forward, plowing through more zombies.  That movement pulled Ralph out of the hands of the remaining zombies.  I heaved with all my might, and together we barely got him back inside.  Then Olivia cut sharply, sending us to the floor, me on bottom.
                "Almost there!" Olivia cried.  The jeep shuddered with every impact with a zombie.  They were all around us, reaching for us as we drove by.  "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  I hate zombies!"
                I couldn't get out from under Ralph, who was battering me as he struggled to get to his feet in that crazy, bouncing jeep.  Olivia was driving and firing her pistol.
                "We're on the road!" she shouted.  "Hurry, get in your seats."
                We were still surrounded by zombies.  The jeep was jolted every time she plowed into one of the walkers.  Ralph finally gained his feet, manned the M60, and started clearing out a path before us.  I scrambled into the passenger seat, picked up an AR15 sitting on the floorboards, and started shooting as well.
                After my second