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Those guys in the truck just killed two people and
are stealing their stuff. Two living people!" I tell them as fast - but as quietly - as I can.
    "Are you
kidding me? Those son of a bitches! I'm gonna kill 'em!" Jake
says.
    "Jake, no! We
have frikken gas pumps right next to us. It wouldn't take a whole lot
more than one bullet to blow us the hell up! We've got to come up
with something better, but what?" I ask, my voice shaking with
fear.
    The
assholes up the road are even worse than the zombies, because these
assholes can think - not intelligently, obviously
- and have weapons in their hands. Those two combined make a highly
dangerous - and deadly - situation.
    Will speaks up with
rare authority, causing both Jake and I to jump before we give him
our full attention, "Here's what we're going to do. Canada, get
in the front and be ready to drive, but stay down until I tell you.
Jake get inside the back and scoot over to the passenger side; duck
down, but not all the way. I want you to watch out the window and
keep an eye on them. I'm gonna pump this damn gas."
    I'd already started
climbing into the front seat before he could finish, but a flaw in
his plans causes me to stop and whip my head around to him.
    "Damn it,
Will! What about the undead? Who's going to protect your ass from them ?"
I ask him.
    " I will. Now do what I said, damn it!"
    Yes, sir! Have I
ever told you how sexy this man is when he gets mad?
    I
nod to him and get beneath the wheel, then lean to the side with my
upper body on the seat. It's just starting to turn to dusk outside,
when I suddenly think of the light on the inside roof of the Hummer.
Realizing that the light could give us away as more than just an
abandoned vehicle, I grab my gun and use the grip to bust the
interior light, then fling myself back down. Jake and Will both jump
and let out a few cuss words, but after they realize what I had done
- and why - they both tell me "Good girl."
    Yea, me! See me
panting and drooling as you pat my furry little head?
    Eat shit,
assholes.
    It
seems like forever, but finally I hear Will remove the gas nozzle and
twist the gas cap back on the truck. Jake had been giving us updates
on the idiots from the other truck. Since the moment he informed us
that one of the guys was doing unthinkable things to the dead woman's
body, my anger has steadily increased until things start getting
fuzzy for me again. I decide then and there that these men will not live. It takes everything I have to force myself to wait for Will.
    When he gets in, he
tells Jake and I the rest of his plan; that we're going to try to
make it to the back of the store - headlights off, even though it's
not nearly dark enough for us to use the blackness as cover - then
we're going to hide, because they may come here to get fuel.
    Hide? Seriously?
    Jake agrees with
every bit of Will's plan.
    Guess they
should have thought this through a little better before putting me in
the driver's seat, huh?

Chapter
Six
    I sit up and start
the truck.
    Will
leans forward, whispering into my ear, "Ok, honey. Now, slowly
ease the truck on this side of the abandoned cars until you get to
the back. That's it. Nice and ea― Whoa !
What the hell are you doing!"
    I
slam on the gas, turning the wheel toward the morons standing around
the truck and car - smoking and drinking beer, frikken
celebrating -
and the one who had turned my fear to fury. Will and Jake both scream
at me, and Jake throws his upper body over the front seat, making a
grab for the wheel. An elbow to his face takes care of that, and he
sinks into the back seat, now screaming about his " broken "
nose. Will is smarter than Jake. He just sits in his seat, eyes wide
with fear and confusion; probably wondering how he lost control so
quickly.
    Poor guy.
    As
I tear out of the parking lot, the other men look our way and raise
their guns. Will finds his voice again as he and Jake scream at me to
stop and turn around, and ask stupid questions like, "Are you crazy