Free Dead Life Book 5 by D Harrison Schleicher

stopped.”
                  “What do you want me to do?”
                  We were well out of the range of their guns by now but I could still see them. “Go ahead and stop.”
                  Cindy stopped in the middle of the road. She snapped her head around and started in on me. “You know, you’re just as bad as Al with those fucking grenades.”
                  “What’s wrong?”
                  “I nearly shit myself when those things started going off.”
                  She looked like she was about to cry. “I’m sorry,” I said, trying to look as repentant as possible.
                  “It’s bad enough these son of a bitches chasing us down the road shooting at us with you shooting back at them. Then I hear a bunch of explosions. I just need to know what’s going on, that’s all.”
                  The two trucks were in the process of turning around. “Well right now it looks like they’re turning around and running away.”
                  Cindy glanced in her mirror. “Good, let them go.”
                  “We can’t. You have to go after them.”
                  She started to say something then stopped herself. Throwing the truck in drive Cindy did a U-turn. I wasn’t exactly ready for this sudden move and nearly fell out the side of the truck. I knew she was mad but wasn’t sure if it was me she was mad at or them. Either way I was pretty sure she was about to take her anger out on them. I almost felt sorry for them.
                  I held on as tight as possible and watched through the window as the speedometer went from fifty to a hundred miles an hour. We were still on a straight stretch of road but coming up fast on a sharp curve that we had gone around just a few minutes earlier. Now was my best chance. Laying my rifle across the cab of the truck I opened fire on them. Instead of trying to hit the trucks this time I aimed low and worked my way up trying for the tires. The results were immediate and spectacular. The rear tires blew out on one of the trucks and they lost control, fish tailing back and forth they finally lost control and went off the road. The truck went into a stand of trees crashing headlong into a huge oak. I watched both the driver and the passenger go through the front windshield as we passed. There was no way either of them could have survived the crash.
                  I bent down to the window and shouted into the truck, “Slow down. We’re coming up on the horde.”
                  She slowed the truck and we went around the curve. In front of us was the other truck. They were surrounded by the now sizable horde. The front of the truck was totaled and it wasn’t going anywhere. I watched as the windows were smashed in and the driver and passenger were pulled from the truck and torn to pieces. This all happened in a matter of minutes and after the undead   were finished with the two men from the truck their attention turned to us. As usual the runners led the pack followed by the main body of the shambling zombies. One of our attackers, the driver hadn’t been ripped to shreds, got up from the ground and joined the horde. I still don’t know why I did it but I leaned out my window and shot him in the head, ending his pitiful existence.
                  “Why did you do that?” Cindy asked. “You should have just left him.”
                  “I don’t know. You’re probably right. It just felt good, killing him.”
                  “What do you want me to do?”
                  “Drive through them. Take it slow. Just like before.”
                  The truck sat high enough and the horde was small enough that pushing through wasn’t that hard. The only reason the idiots that had been chasing us had a problem was that