Free Dead Cold by Jr. Roddy R. Cross, Mr Roddy R Cross Jr

facing.
     
    “To hell with this, there’s too many let’s get out of here!”
     
    “Couldn’t agree more, what are you gonna do about them following us?” Cory replaced the magazine in his FAL with a fresh one.
     
    Roland pulled on the grenades off his vest and smiled. “A little distraction should do the trick.”
     
    Cory nodded and brought out one of his own grenades. “How far away do you think we should be?”
     
    “How far can you throw?” Roland pulled the pin on his grenade, keeping the handle pressed down.
     
    Cory pulled the pin on his grenade and they tossed both into the middle of the mob; the trio taking of running the second the grenades were air born. Roland had seen explosions in movies and had spent the better part of two days listening to gunfire but he was not prepared for the noise of two grenades going of in close proximity.
     
    They had put at least sixty feet between themselves and the creatures by the time the grenades detonated, the explosion causing both of them to dive into the soft snow. Roland turned back to see the monsters continuing to advance seemingly unaware of the explosion that had happened so close to them.
     
    “Awe hell, come on get up it’s about a kilometer to the dealership and we got some running to do.”
     
    “Right behind you.” Cory was up and running, Roland working to keep up.
     
    The two men kept a good pace and the slow moving creatures quickly fell behind until they were completely out of sight, the bone chilling moan a constant reminder that they weren’t far behind. They were running through a strip mall parking lot when the neon sign for the Dodge dealership came into view and Roland quickened his pace.
     
    “Home stretch now, buddy!” Roland’s excitement barely contained.
     
    Roland reached the dealership ahead of Cory and went straight to the showroom smashing the glass door with his P90. Once inside Roland looked around he eyes moving instantly to a cherry red Dodge Ram SRT10. Cory came up behind him panting.
     
    “You know for a smoker you move pretty fast.”
     
    “I want it.” Roland walked up to the truck and checked the ignition completely unaware of the other man.
     
    “What?” Cory rested his hands on his knees attempting to catch his breath.
     
    “Got to find the keys.” Roland muttered to himself leaving the truck and searching the nearby offices.
     
     
    Cory just shook his head as Roland went through every office looking for the keys and Eve flopped down beside the truck almost seeming to know she was going for a ride soon. Roland continued searching the offices all his attention turned to finding the keys for the truck so he didn’t notice that tapping on the big glass windows.
     
    Eve began barking at the windows drawing Cory’s attention the glass wall where dozens of shapes were pressing themselves up against the glass the weight making the thick glass groan. “Uh, Roland you might want to hurry up.”
     
    Roland looked up from the key rack he had been sorting through. “Why? What’s…? Oh shit.” His eyes locked on the mob pressing against the glass.
     
    “Faster would be better!” Cory took a step back as crack began materializing in the big glass sheets.
     
    “I’m trying! There’s a lot of freaken keys. Got it!” Roland pressed the unlock button on the key fob and the SRT’s lights blazed into existence. “Let’s go!”
     
    “Don’t gotta tell me twice!” Cory jumped in the passenger seat and tossed his backpack in the back.
     
    “Come on Eve.” Roland let the dog in the truck and threw his backpack next to Cory’s before hopping into the driver’s seat.
     
    “How are you planning to get out of the showroom?” Cory buckled his seatbelt as the truck’s Viper engine roared to life.
     
    “Over, under, around or through.” Roland smiled as he put the truck in drive.
     
    The glass wall shattered in the next instant and Roland flipped the P90’s fire selector to full auto and