Free Jango's Anthem: Zombie Fighter Jango #2 by Cedric Nye Page A

hand, he sprinted back to his vehicle, jumped in, slammed the door, put the vehicle into gear, and then pushed the accelerator to the floor. The tires squealed all the way to the end of the street. He tapped the brake when he reached the end of the street, and wrenched the steering wheel to his left as he gunned the engine. The big car revved, and then accelerated hard. He was a mile away before the tanker blew.
    When the tanker truck exploded, Jango felt it as much as heard it. The thick, oily smoke of burning gasoline rose high into the air in an ugly black column. There were four more explosions as the underground tanks blew, and each of the new explosions was far more concussive than the explosion of the tanker truck. Smiling, he began to hum a little tune as he drove south toward the I-17, which would take him to the heavily populated metropolis of Phoenix, Arizona.

 
    Chapter 8:
    Us and Them
     
     
     
    Less than two hours after he had burned several thousand zombies to a crisp in the gas station parking lot of the Indian reservation that nestled between Prescott and Prescott Valley, Jango found himself nearing the town of Black Canyon City. Some instinct, like a twitch in his mind, made him decide to take the turn off for Black Canyon City. His decision turned out to be a fortuitous one.
    As he took the off ramp and followed the wide, looping right turn, he spotted movement up ahead at the junction that would lead into downtown Black Canyon City. Once his eyes had zeroed in on the movement, he saw what appeared to be seven men dragging a woman out of her car. Jango felt the cold touch of the beast in his mind, and his foot, as if it had a mind of its own, pressed the accelerator of the large sedan. The car surged forward like an extension of his cold, hard rage, and headed straight toward the confrontation.
    When he was about a hundred feet away from what was happening, he lifted his foot off the accelerator, and allowed the large car to coast silently forward. There were seven men in the group. One of the men held a petite woman who struggled and fought against him. In the meantime, another of the men was busy ripping the woman's skirt from her legs as she flailed them in an attempt to defend herself. The other five men were slightly off to the side, and they stood with their backs to him as they watched the drama unfold. Jango angled the silently moving car so that it was aimed directly at the five men who stood off to the side. When he was twenty feet away, he gunned the car and slammed into three of the men like a bowling ball hitting bowling pins. The two men he had missed were now temporarily cut off from their friends by the bulk of the car.Jango immediately pressed the brake, and put the car in park. He grabbed his stick off of the passenger seat, opened his door, and leapt out of his car.
    The two men, the ones who had been intent on their struggling victim, reacted sluggishly to his appearance. Jango took advantage of their shock.
    He moved swiftly toward the two men who had been attacking the woman. His feet almost seemed to glide across the asphalt as Jango moved in to attack the would-be rapists. The one who had been intent on ripping the woman’s skirt off reached his right hand toward the holster that rode high on his right hip, but the man was too slow. Jango's body uncurled in a blur of motion as he unleashed a lightning fast stick punch with his right hand that struck the man on the side of his elbow. There was a rending snap, followed by the man's screams.
    Jango had already brought the stick back to his ready position, and slid forward to strike the other attacker in the head with a left-handed stick punch. Without pausing, he swung around to see where the other two men had gone.
    The two who he had missed with his car had come around the back end of the sedan, and each of them held a pistol. The men both wore the confident expressions of two people who believed that everyone would wet themselves