Free Zombie Games (Book 4): Road Kill by Kristen Middleton

think they look even more gross and disgusting wet. Especially the ones who are missing so much skin and body parts.” She shuddered. “Yuck.”
    “They’re pretty nasty,” agreed Allie.
    Justice tapped on the fuel gage. “If we don’t find a way to fill up this tank soon, you’re going to be getting a much closer view of these freaks.”
    Kylie paled . “What are we going to do?”
    “Look for a parking ramp that’s full and easily accessible,” said Justice.
    “ Okay,” said Allie. 
    Justice drove slowly through the downtown streets, trying to weave around the massive crowds of undead. When one of them walked directly into their path, he was forced to stop.
    “Run him over,” said Allie , as the horrible creature stared into the cab and began growling.
    “ You shouldn’t do that,” said Kylie, growing pale. “It’s still a person.”
    “No,” said Justice. “What made them a real person has recently ‘left the building’.”
    “But, how do you really know that?” she asked. “Maybe they’re still buried somewhere inside, somewhere.”
    Allie’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, come on Kylie! Look at that beast in front of us. He’s walking with ha lf of a skull and a missing arm. If he’s buried inside of that thing than he’ll probably thank us if we put him out of his misery.”
    The zombie began climbing onto the front of the hood , foaming at the mouth as it stared at them with rapture.
    “Oh my God!” squealed Allie as the zombie crawled clumsily to the windshield and began licking the glass with its tongue, which was split.
    “ What’s wrong with his tongue?” cried Kylie.
    “It’s called bifurcation. It’s a surgical procedure that splits the tongue,” said Justice. “He obviously had it done before becoming a zombie.”
    Allie grimaced. “Seriously, he had that done on purpose? So he could look like a lizard?”
    Justice laughed. “Yep.”
    More zombies took notice of them and began surrounding the t ruck, scratching at the windows and growling loudly.
    “Oh that is so totally gross,” shuddered Kylie as another zombie stopped next to her window, his left eye barely hanging by thin, gray tendrils of flesh. The zombie opened its mouth and planted its wormy lips against the glass, as if kissing it, passionately.
    “ Okay, that’s it!” hollered Allie. “Justice, please take us out of here.”
    “Are you sure?” he smiled at Kylie, who was pale and looked ready to hurl.
    Allie nodded, vehemently. “Just get us out of here, now .”
    He stepped on the gas, tossing the zombie from the hood and hitting several others along the way. Unfortunately as they moved into the next block, the “gas” light popped on.
    “Shit!” he groaned.
    “What….what does that mean?” asked Allie.
    He turned to her. “It means that we’re screwed unless we find fuel. Right now.”
    “There’s a ‘Park’ sign over there,” said Kylie, pointing to the next street. “It looks like a parking ramp. We just have to make it to that building.”
    “We’ll make that,” said Justice. “Good eye.”
    As they entered the next street, however, more zombies stepped into their path, slowing their progress down. When they finally reached the parking ramp, Justice swore.
    “What?” asked Kylie. “We made it.”
    “ The steering wheel is starting locking up,” said Justice. “Yeah, we made but there’s no way we’re going any further. Shit!”
    They coasted into the entrance and stopped right as they reached the parking ticket dispenser.
    “There’s a gate,” moaned Allie. “And no power to lift it.”
    “I was going to try crashing through it,” said Justice. “But we’ve just used the last of the fuel. Looks like we’re abandoning this thing.”
    “How are we going to do that?!” yelled Kylie as zombies began rushing the truck from behind, climbing into the bed and surrounding them on all sides.
    Justice’s head was spinning as he noticed an old bald zombie who reminded him