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forest is our best chance.”
    “ You sound like a seasoned professional.”
    Sally smiled. “I have to, to save your ass.” The smile faded quickly. “This way.” She used the .38 to point and dashed between the trees. I followed, hot on her tail. We broke through the forest about thirty minutes later and decided to run along the road, as it was quieter and faster than running through the woods. But the roads were dangerous. And in the pitch black of night, we wouldn’t see a zombie until it was almost upon us. It was a chance we had to take to get a safe distance from my previous comrades. Sally had called them friends. I didn’t. Anyone could die at any time; all it took was a bite and the loss of ‘friends’ hurt. I was having none of it. The rage inside kept me safe from those kinds of emotions. The only person I cared about was Sally. She was the only person who had put up with my shit for seven long years of marriage and six years of courting before that. She was a strong woman before our lives changed and she was even stronger now. I was proud of her and that only deepened the love I held in my heart for her.
    In the distance, I heard a motor. It was coming from the opposite direction of Eric’s camp. Still a ways off but getting closer, and it was moving fast. We both slowed to a jog until we stopped, staring at the rise about a mile away, waiting to confirm it wasn’t our imagination.
    The only vehicle we had heard in the last few months was the 4X4 we used the other day for shopping. I had an ominous feeling about this and grabbed Sally’s hand, pulling her to the shoulder of the road.
    Bright lights crested the hill.
    “ Get back.” I pulled her from the road and behind some trees. We squatted down and watched the 4x4 approach. Something was stretched across its hood. I could make out a couple of people standing in the back. They were shouting, drawing attention to themselves, probably hoping to draw out zombies for a little bit of bullet fucking.
    The lights were near blinding as they bored down in our direction. The trees and street were illuminated, as I hadn’t seen them in months. It was as if civilization had never ceased. I could hear thrash metal or grunge coming from the vehicle. I could never tell the differences between the styles.
    The thing strapped to the hood came into view with the lights.
    A naked zombie female was on the hood. Her skin was pale and her face twisted with hate and hunger. Her arms were strapped to the side mirrors, her legs tied to the chassis. Her rump hung over the edge of the hood. Red blotches gave color to the skin where she had been repeatedly hit. The dead don’t bruise.
    The 4X4 slowed. The boys were hollering and one was pissing over the side as they passed. Instinctively I pushed Sally’s head lower. If they spotted her, I’m sure the zombie would be replaced with my wife.
    I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my lungs demanded air. They slowed a lot as they passed, I seriously thought they were about to stop. Sally had given me my Glock back but I only had the one magazine and I didn’t want to waste it on low-life zombie raping scum like them. One day that bitch was going to get free and they would end up fucked.
    The car engine faded. If any of Eric’s group were following us, they must have hid as the vehicle approached as well or— hopefully—given up and returned to the safety of the camp. It had been awhile since Sally and I were alone and on the move like this. It felt good for it to be just us again, but it was also very dangerous.
    I remembered the bite and checked my hand, gingerly lifting the bandage. The wound wasn’t bleeding, there was no puss and I felt the same. The fever was still with me but that was fading as fast as the pain of the bite. Was Eric right when he said I was immune? No one comes back from a zombie infection. I’ve seen it. Or, was I just lucky and the fever fucked it up? I don’t want to take the chance