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    The small town of Bultfontein loomed in the distance. A small community, it served the farmers in the area and boasted a tiny population. Logan checked his fuel gauge, frowning when he spotted the needle heading towards empty.
    The town seemed quiet, even for a Sunday. Nothing stirred when he arrived. He pulled into the nearest garage, waiting for a petrol attendant but no one appeared. A twinge of unease stirred in his gut.
    He glanced at Max. “I'll check inside. There has to be somebody around.”
    Max nodded. “Be careful.”
    Logan got out and walked to the shop. An unnatural silence hung over the place. The hair on the back of his neck prickled.
    Something is wrong.
    However, Logan knew they wouldn't get far without petrol, so he continued on to the tiny store. He peered through the glass into the dim interior. It was empty. Placing a hand on the handle, he pushed. The door creaked open, the sound grating on his nerves.
    Logan paused, listening. The radio was on, a love song wailing in the background. It was deserted.
    The till stood open and abandoned, a jar of toffees had overturned, spilling its contents onto the floor.
    “Looks like the place has been robbed.”
    On top of the counter lay one of the petrol attendant's cards. Deciding to take a chance, he picked up the card and backtracked out of the shop, leaving cash in the till.
    Outside, Logan shielded his eyes from the glare. A snarl sounded from behind. He whirled and spotted what must once have been an employee. The attendant sported fleshy pink bite marks on the smooth, dark skin of his left cheek and a hole in his neck. Dried blood stained his clothes, and his eyes were wild, no signs of intelligence remaining.
    “No fucking way.”
    Max was right.
    The zombie lurched forward and tried to grab hold of Logan but he skipped backward, stumbling when a stone rolled beneath his foot. Its fingers were like claws, stretching out to hook him when a shot rang out. The thing collapsed at Logan's feet.
    A spray of dark red blood decorated the rough stones and spattered onto his shoes. It had an old, clotted appearance which struck Logan as odd. He realized Max was shouting at him and everything came back into focus.
    “Move your ass!”
    Logan raced back. He slid the petrol card through the slot, thrusting the nozzle into the tank. The air hummed as the fuel pumped into the tank. Logan eyed the meter, willing the numbers to move faster.
    “Come on, come on.”
    “Logan. We gotta go.”
    “Just a little more.”
    “Logan...”
    “Almost done.”
    “Now, Logan.”
    “All done.”
    “Oh, shit. They're coming. Get in, get in!”
    He glanced in the direction Max pointed, and his stomach clenched. People poured from doorways, alleys and side streets. A veritable tidal wave of crazy rolled towards them at an alarming speed. They'd be overwhelmed within seconds.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
    Logan slammed shut the petrol cap, sprinted around the car and jumped in with seconds to spare. They roared out of the lot as bodies slammed into the Land Rover, monstrous faces obscuring the windows. They growled, screeched and rasped until the noise rose to an ear-splitting crescendo.
    Logan raced up the street, swerving to avoid stationary cars. The Landie shook and shuddered as it powered through the throng, loud thuds echoing through the interior.
    Max clutched the dash. “Shit!”
    At last, the buildings thinned and the town's population fell back. When Bultfontein and its undead were finally left behind, Logan let out a deep breath and slumped back against the seat.
    “Man, that was close.”
    Max was pale, lips pressed into a thin line. “It's spreading faster than I thought.”
    Half an hour later, Welkom showed on the horizon, and they stopped to come up with a strategy. They got out to stretch their legs, and Logan pulled two beers out of a cooler box in the back, handing one to Max.
    “If the infection has reached this far, we'll be facing a horde of hostile