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Who’s driving?”
     
    Dave picked up a bat and swung it around a little.
     
    “Well, Jay, I don’t have a license, I lost it at this bar one time and..”
     
    “Seriously? Fine, give me the keys.”
     
    Jason picked up a bat. It had a solid and heavy feel. It was red on the upper half and left naturally colored on the bottom half. It read “big stick” near the tip.
     
    “Hey man, look!”, Jason pointed to the wording. “How fitting right?” He laughed.
     
    “Freud would have a field day with you.” Dave replied.
     
    “Dude, shut up. Give me the keys and let’s go.”
     
    They both laughed a little bit. It felt good. Carrying the bats and the baseballs that Dave decided to leave inside of it, they left the house for the last time.
     
    They quietly exited and made their way to Dave’s blue sedan.
     
    “Dude, this is the last time you’ll probably see your house in a long time. We’ll get through this and things will be the same again in no time.”
     
    “I’m ready, Jay.”
     
    Jason started the car. It aroused the attention of the nearby ghouls who limped towards the now speeding off car.
     
    “We need to stock up. We should probably make a few stops.” Jason said.
     
    “Like where?”
     
    “I was thinking…a mall?”
     
    “What?! No!”
     
    “Oh come on man. We could get some cool shit there, stock up on some food…”
     
    Dave’s stomach rumbled a bit
     
    “Oh shit man, I forgot to eat!”
     
    “Me too, so mall it is!”
     
    Jason pushed the gas pedal down and zoomed past the blinking red lights. Dave’s heart sank a little bit each time they passed a crowd of the undead. There were a few corpses picked clean on the road and several blood trails. Severed limbs were not uncommon either.
     
     
     
     
     
    The car sped off. They had many more miles to go. They rode in a comfortable silence.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
Margie
     
    The church became smaller and smaller on the horizon as the truck sped away. It didn’t take a genius to realize how bad the situation had become. The stop lights weren’t working, but the shock of seeing all the carnage kept Margie from showing much surprise whenever Mr. Fontaine dodged a car or walking corpse.
     
    Including her, there were five people in the car. Kara, the young makeup artist, Paul, a young grease monkey, clutching a bloodied wrench, Tommy, Mr. Fontaine’s son, was shivering and covered in blood, and finally, Mr. Fontaine, who was just staring at the road, nothing could break his focus.
     
    “Sorry about your dad, Margie.”
     
    “Thanks, Kara.”, Margie replied.
     
    Being the pastor’s daughter came with a little bit of respect. She knew just about everyone who came into the church and thus, knew just about everyone who was reanimated and killed. Her father had a great reputation around the town, as did Margie.
     
    An awkward silence that seemed like an eternity was interrupted by Mr. Fontaine.
     
    “Any ideas as to where you kids wanna go?”
     
    Silence.
     
    Mr. Fontaine turned on the radio to break the silence.
     
    Static ruled the airwaves. He pressed the “SCAN” button.
     
    Eventually, a news station came up. They made no effort to hide the voices of the scared crew members. The anchorman was just audible enough to understand.
     
    “The president has been taken aboard air force one to an undisclosed location. If you are in an area of much civil unrest, stay at home, do not unlock your doors, barricade your windows, fill your bathtub or any containers with fresh water, keep a radio handy. If you see anyone bleeding or with bite marks, avoid at all cost, they are infected…”
     
    The broadcast continues. It only made the car ride a bit tenser. Margie put her father’s revolver on her lap. It made her feel a little safer.
     
    “Whoa, nice piece, Margie! Didn’t know you had it in