Free It All Comes Down To Zombies: Sarah by Rayne Millaray Page B

you, but I see some movement back the way I came. Can we hurry this along?”
     
    “Give me a minute, Jimmy.”
     
    Sarah stood up and looked down at her old friend. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lifted the pistol. She aimed the gun, closed her eyes, and squeezed the trigger.
     
    “Goodbye, Tom. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”
     
    Sarah shoved the tears off her face and ran out the front door.
     
    “Gotta move, Sarah,” Jimmy quaked, as Sarah ran down the front steps.
     
    Sarah looked down the road. There was a crowd shuffling toward them just a couple blocks away.
     
    “Holy shit, Jimmy, why didn’t you tell me they were that close?”
     
    “Jesus, Sarah, will you move your ass? Or are you playing the role of the dumb blonde in this horror flick?”
     
    “I’m leaving with you, aren’t I?” Sarah growled as she loaded the guns and ammo in the backseat of the cab.
     
    Jimmy opened his mouth to reply.
     
    Sarah cut him off with a wave of her free hand. “Shut the fuck up, Jimmy. I’m pretty sure your character doesn’t have any lines in this scene.”
     
    Jimmy chuckled as Sarah swung herself up into the seat and slammed the door. “Yep. Still the same old Sarah.”
     
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    Jimmy drove the rest of the day while Sarah gave him directions without telling him where they were going. They didn’t talk much, though Jimmy seemed to have lots he wanted to say.
     
    Sarah saw the sign for New York City and sighed. In six hours, they’d managed to travel about one hundred fifty miles from Sarah’s house in Schenectady, thanks to the abandoned traffic jams on all the major roads and highways.
     
    “Wow, this is gonna be a long trip,” Sarah remarked when she pointed out the exit.
     
    As it started to get dark, Jimmy asked, “Wanna take over the driving for a while? I’m getting tired. I’ve been up all night. Don’t want to have survived that drama just to end up killing us in a car crash.”
     
    Sarah shook her head. “I can’t drive.”
     
    “Sure you can. You’ve always been a really good driver.”
     
    “You kidding? I wrecked my car three times before I was 18. I’ve always been a very shitty driver.” Sarah narrowed her eyes and continued. “Besides, my license expired when I was with you, and you wouldn’t give me money for a new one. Since you also wouldn’t let me get a job, and I hate driving anyway, I never renewed it. After we split, people were always more than happy to drive me around. I never had to drive, so I didn’t.”
     
    “So what? It’s not rocket science. It’s just like riding a bicycle.”
     
    Sarah laughed. “It is so not like riding a bicycle.”
     
    After a few minutes had passed, Jimmy said, “Men, I bet.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “You said people were ‘more than happy’ to drive you around. I bet men were more than happy to drive you around.”
     
    “Are you calling me a slut?”
     
    “No, I’m calling you hot. I’d drive you around whenever you wanted, too.”
     
    “Really? Then how come you wouldn’t when we were married?”
     
    Jimmy looked like Sarah had slapped him. Sarah looked out the passenger window. Neither of them spoke again for at least half an hour.
     
    It was Jimmy who broke the silence.
     
    “Okay, if you’re not gonna drive, where are we stopping for the night? We can’t sleep in the truck. It’s not safe.”
     
    “We’ve got about an hour left of sunlight. We’re just about twenty minutes from my sister’s place. Her husband’s a Marine Corps vet. I bet they survived this craziness. We’ll stop there.”
     
    Jimmy chewed the inside of his cheek. He only did that when he was trying not to say something.
     
    “What?” Sarah snapped.
     
    “It’s just…your sister doesn’t like me much, and I’m pretty sure…in fact, I’m certain that the last time I spoke to Khalid, he told me that if he ever even so much as smelled me thinking about coming near his family,