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first corner, the beast flew off into a parked Honda Civic. I sped around the final corner to exit the garage, feeling slightly dizzy. I remember hoping that the streets would not be as deadlocked with stalled traffic as it appeared from the rooftop.
    Wishful thinking and the army of the Dead were visible, just a few blocks away.
    As we pulled out on to the street with the engine grumbling, a number of heads lifted up through the open windows of the cars. There were clearly too many zombies to make it through on foot.
    Looking over my shoulder, I could see a bunch of the faster ones catching up. Smashing my foot down on the gas pedal, I rammed through two smaller cars, and up on to the sidewalk. We drove right through a small group of the dead. They flipped up over the hood, one of their heads smashing on the front grill. Black ooze flowed up the windshield.
    I fumbled with the buttons until Kyle reached over and hit the wipers. Through the black, stomach churning streaks, we saw the ferry still docked up ahead.
    The approaching horde’s moans were audible over the engine, as well as the gunshots echoing from the boat. We could even hear it through the thick glass of the Hummer. Those creatures were on our ass, and we still had to make it through one block of this shit. I could see the green grass from the park in front of us, urging me to accelerate more.
    Using the sheer size of the vehicle, we drove through a glass bus terminal, knocked over a fire hydrant and drove over a Lamborghini. Many of the cars still had their owners safely buckled in. Of course, they were now zombies, who had been bitten and turned while driving. They lacked the brain function to unbuckle their own seat belts.
    If it had been any other vehicle, there was no way that we would have made it. I have to say the Hummer was what saved us. My boss’s Hummer saved us. I almost hate to admit it.
    The tires bumped over the curb as we reached the park. I had a fleeting thought of never being so happy to see grass as right then. We could see a group of armed men dressed in black, stationed at the waterfront perimeter protecting the ferry. They were taking pot shots at any dead that came close. They had a few larger caliber machine guns with which they were simply mowing down the approaching horde.
    We ran through a number of crippled zombies filled with bullet holes struggling on the ground, and knocked several more out of my way. One of shooters waved us over as the group split to let the Hummer through. We came to a screeching halt on the ferry.
    With my foot still depressed on the brake, a distant voice next to me said, “Park.”
    I didn’t move, clenching my body tight.
    Kyle lifted his hand just enough to get my attention again.
    “Put it in park.”
    I all but slammed the gearshift to park, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.

Chapter 5
     
    Friend o r Foe? Does it even matter?
     
    The ferryboat immediately pushed off of the dock.  At first glance, I could tell that it was an older vessel.  Rust sat in place of paint on most of the siding, and the engine was chugging along a little louder than one would expect.  Looking around, I could see a younger man, clearly the captain of the ship, at the steering wheel through a large glass window on the second floor that overlooked the front where we sat in the Hummer.
    My heart still painfully racing, I glanced back towards the shore.  The guys running the boat had stopped firing, though the dead were literally running into the water.  I watched in surprise as they went knee deep, waist deep, and then submerged completely, disappearing under the surface.  I hoped they couldn’t swim.
    “No telling how many of them are drifting around down there.” Kyle said, as if reading my thoughts.  He wiped the beads of sweat from his brow, scrutinizing the people on the deck of the boat.
    “Seems to be around twenty of them,” he said quietly.
    “They don’t look to be military or police,” I commented