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peeled out of the junkyard and forced his way onto the street with Erica’s legs still dangling out into the bed of the truck.
    As Devin veered the truck right along the shoulder, left across the median, and into oncoming traffic, he didn’t know where he was going, but he knew he wanted to get far away from the junkyard. In the cab of the truck, there was pure silence. Outside the truck was pure chaos. People were running, screaming, and being chased and eaten. Vehicles were crashing and burning. Creatures were running amok. Creatures were feeding on the slow and those who were more interested in their cell-phone screens than to notice those around them. “Turn the radio on. See if there is any news. Hang on!” Devin finally broke the silence as he swerved to avoid a motor-vehicle crash.
    With the push of a button, the radio lit up and started playing a country song. “Jesus, not this!” Devin said as he refused to die listening to country music. Erica dialed it to the FM frequency and began to scan the stations. “ …tion. Attention. This is KPPX news. Memphis has been attacked. At the moment, we don’t know who is to blame or what is going on. What we do know is that there are a group of ravenous people going around and biting people. This group of people seems to be infected with some form of virus. Again, we are not sure how this started. But from what our sources have gathered, these groups of people came from the Mississippi River and have begun infecting anyone they come in contact with via a bite. We will continue to give updates here on KPPX. All we can tell you is to stay indoors and keep away from the infected. The infected have some if not all of the following symptoms: bloody eyes, fever, pale skin, awkward movement, bad breath, and a hunger for human flesh. Again, I am told to inform you to stay inside and keep away from anyone who I have just described. {Silence} Attention. Attention. This is KPPX new…. ” Devin flipped the radio off. “Well, got any ideas?” he asked Erica, who was silently crying with her head in her arms and her knees to her chest.
    Devin knew he couldn’t stay on the interstate. “Look, we can go to my house. I need to pick up a few things. Do you trust me?” There was no response from the girl in the fetal position. “Before we do that, I need you to look around the truck for ammo to the shotgun. We’re out, and I don’t know how many more whacks it can take. These fuckers are resistant. Can you do that for me?” She lifted her face from her arms and searched for Devin’s eyes, but he was too concentrated on driving through the wreckage that used to be Danny Thomas Boulevard.
    Erica relaxed her stature and began to search the glove box and door shelves, and she jumped in the backseat and began to rummage around. “Shit! Hold on!” Devin said as he stuck a hand toward the backseat to help hold Erica from sliding. Her mind was focused; she was halfway into the backseat when Devin connected the grill of the truck with the skull of a bloody naked person.
    “Was that what I think it was?” Erica politely asked.
    “Probably. Didn’t stop to ask questions,” Devin said with a smile that reflected in the rearview mirror.
    “Did Frank ever have any modifications to this truck?” Erica asked facing the backseat.
    “Don’t know. Why?”
    “I found something,” Erica responded.
    “Well, what is it?” Devin asked.
    “The backseat is fake.”

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    Chapter 10
    Monday 1215 CST
    Memphis
    “W hat do you mean the backseat is fake?” Devin retorted.
    “It’s a facade. The cushion is not a cushion at all. It’s like a storage cupboard,” Erica responded. “I found a box of bullets, a little gun, and a cheap cell phone.”
    “Show me,” Devin said, seeing out of the corner of his eye.
    Erica held up the items individually. “Hey, that’s a nice handgun. Read the side of the barrel. What does it say?”
    “Taurus…3-5-7 magnum. 8-7---- The rest is