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door. The group is on him and tears him to the ground.  
    The
people that were bitten in their cars have changed and now join the other
infected out in the street. It is a small horde already and it has only been
ten minutes since the helicopter hit the Jiffy Lube.
    We
hear sirens from a police car, it pulls onto the street and stops next to the
man getting torn apart on his front yard. Two cops get out of the car and draw
their weapons. They scream for the infected to stop and put their hands into
the air. They leave the dead man on the grass and run right at the two
officers. They open fire and empty both of their clips in seconds. Two of the
girls are hit and sent to the ground. The officers are aiming for the chest, like
they are trained to do, but it does not stop the infected. The man on the
driver’s side is attacked. The second officer changes his clip as he runs
around the front of the car to help his partner. The officer under attack
throws punches and kicks, trying to keep the women off him, but they keep
coming. The two women on the ground get up. This time he puts a few rounds into
their heads and they fall to the ground. Dead. Really dead.
    The
man lying on the grass has turned and he gets to his feet and runs for the
officers. Again the cop fires at the head and the newly turned body fall to the
street. The other officer has been bitten a few times now, but finally gets off
a few rounds and shoots the last of the ladies in the head. He is hurt bad and
his partner helps him to his feet. They climb back into their squad car and hit
the gas. The car backs down the street leaving a trail of smoke behind them.
    A
red Volvo skids to a stop and runs over three infected. It high centers on the
corpses, its tires spinning in the air. The driver gets out and runs to the
back door, she gets her two-year-old from its car seat. She takes the baby and
sprints away from us. She turns a corner. We can’t see her anymore but we can
hear her screams. My hand covers my mouth, the mental picture making me gag.
All around us we hear screams. Breaking glass. More screams.
    A
big truck scoots quickly down the street. Thick metal rails hold its cargo into
place. Its cargo, thirty plus aluminum tanks, rattle around in its open truck
bed. On the side of the vehicle is a sign that reads “flammable.” As it enters
the intersection it is t-boned by another fast moving vehicle. The big truck is
set off course and heads straight for the burning Jiffy Lube. The truck
explodes seconds after it enters the flaming structure. The heat from this
explosion almost melts my eyebrows. I duck down below the edge of the building.
    “We
have to get out of here!” I can’t watch any more carnage below. The group ducks
down with me.
    “How
do we get down? There’s no fire escape,” Sam sounds defeated already. One of
the tanks from the back of the big truck explodes and shoots high into the air.
The damn thing lands dead center of the roof we are standing on. We all drop to
the ground and cower for our lives. It begins to burn the roof right away.
    “Oh
good. That’s what we needed,” I say sarcastically. I pop up and run across the
roof and look at the back of the building. Our company sits next to an animal
hospital and we also share the same parking lot. I look down and there is a van
parked right next to our building. Its roof sits around twenty feet below us.
Sam is right behind me.
    “We
jump.” 
    “It’s
too far! We’ll break our legs,” Sam shakes his head. He is right. We will not
make the jump. My car is parked only a hundred feet away, on the street behind
the building. Right now I do not see any of those things back here. Yet.
    I
look back at the tank that is setting the whole roof on fire. “It’s better than
burning to death. Don’t worry. I have an idea!” I climb back into the
warehouse, Sam is right behind me. The rest of the group follows behind him.
    “Guys
we have to jump,” I say with