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clutch!”
     
    She popped the clutch and the truck sputtered. The engine turned over twice before it roared to life and took off. She drove it a lap around the yard and left it idling by the fill station. She moved at what had to be her top speed to the second truck, it was nearly instant. The only way to know she’d moved was the trail of dust rising up into the sky, as far as my eyes could tell, she disappeared at one truck and reappeared at the other.
     
    Either the second truck had aired out some, or Leo was a little tougher than Marshall, because she hopped up in the truck as Marshall pushed that one up the hill. With one shove, the truck went zero to twenty-five miles per hour uphill. Marshall didn’t even grunt.
     
    Just as that truck started, I heard the crash of chain link behind me. When I ran around the other side of the building, I skidded to a halt. Easily three hundred more zombies had pushed over the fence and were now coming our way.
     
    “ Guys! At least four hundred more, front gates!” I sent to everyone, while running back around the building. I had one more full magazine for my pistol. I had several for the rifle. I raised Sammie to my shoulder and started mowing down zombies as fast as I could cycle the bolt. Which I’m sure was a tenth as fast as John could, but he had his own guns. Twelve shots netted me eleven dead zombies. Replace the magazine, twelve more shots and ten dead zombies. By then, they had closed to within twenty yards, so I switched to the pistol. I fired of its twelve shots. At thirty feet I was faster and as accurate with the pistol. When they were ten feet away I holstered my now empty sidearm and drew the hatchet attached to my pack. Marshall was twirling both hammers. John had both of his guns holstered and was reloading magazines, his hands a blur as he pulled bullets out of every pocket and pouch.
     
    Leo was standing in line with us, her short swords drawn. We looked like a line of heroes about to fight their last stand when suddenly the first row of undead collapsed in a hail of bullets. I looked to the left; there was Bookbinder and his team, laying down cross fire. He’d come at this horde from the flank, his men were decimating them. We were all out of ammo except John and I think he was getting low. John typically carried a thousand rounds on him, one of the reasons he preferred the smaller and lighter .22 and .9mm calibers. They were so much lighter than 30.06 or .45 calibers, the magazines were half the size and John was just as deadly with the smaller bullets.
     
    When this latest wave was dead, Bookbinder, Reineer, Hostetler, Garrett, Johnson came walking up.
     
    “ There are at least a thousand more that all turned their heads this way right before we heard that first engine start up. We need to get out of here, quickly.”
     
    “ I’ve got the filling figured out I think Tookes. But we need power.” said John.
     
    “ Alright, let’s get out with what’s in the trucks. Marshall, do you have any idea if there was anything in them?” I asked.
     
    “ The retched smelling one was way heavier than the first one. I think the first one might be close to empty, but I think the last one was pretty full.”
     
    “ Ok, let’s go with that, we need to grab a truck to load the generators, heaters and more propane. Leave one generator in the warehouse to power the fill equipment and we’ll be quieter.” I said.
     
    We loaded up in the trucks, I noticed Marshall was somehow faster than Leo to the ‘non stinky’ truck. I hopped into the passenger seat of the rancid truck with Leo, but I only had to ride with her to the Jeep.
     
    Less than three minutes later, John pulled out with a pickup truck loaded with five propane generators, six vent-free heaters and three propane powered stand lamps, like old-time gas burning street lamps.
     
    When Leo and I got to the Jeep, Bookbinder’s team hopped off the back of the tanker trucks and got into a pair of