We pulled out of the driveway, and as soon we got to the end of the street we saw them. A handful of them were running full speed towards us. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!” was all I remember hearing from Jake’s mouth as he began to reverse back to Lindsey’s house. We had to warn her that they were coming her way. Their speed was frightening and unnatural. Who was going to run out of the car and tell them? Who was going to risk their life to tell Lindsey and her father that their possible death is about to arrive? I had nothing to lose. I didn’t have a family left. Jake, Tom and Eric haven’t been to their houses yet. They still had some hope. As I was about to say something, Tom without any hesitation, shot out of the car and ran full speed towards the front door. This wasn’t fair at all. I wanted to be the one to risk their life. I had nothing. Eric was on the edge of his seat. Jake’s head was down; his knuckles white from gripping the wheel. I turned my head to see how far away those things were. I began to panic. “GUYS! GUYS! We need to do something!” Tom was still waiting at the door. Wouldn’t they have answered by now!? Jake stepped on the gas; he was about to plow down as many as he could to buy some time for Tom. The car hit the bodies with a loud thud. You could hear their bones snap at impact. A deep, red-brown colour stained the windshield. The wipers didn’t help, it just smeared it worse. Some of the bodies rolled over the roof, some just flew off to the side, some were speed bumps. I’ll never forget the noise they made as they rolled over the roof and onto the road behind us. We came to a complete stop and turned around to see the damage. Dismembered bodies covered the street; a blood and intestine trail that lead to our car. Some of the bodies were still slowly moving. Inching towards salvation, we were about to give it to them. Jake reversed at full speed. He ran over them, over and over again, until they were no longer speedbumps. The car began to fishtail due to the amount of blood that was created when we sped forward and back, making sure they were completely dead. Tom banged on the car to let him in, he was shouting something but we couldn’t make it out. We were still pretty shaken up from what just happened, so trying to unlock the door seemed impossible. You know what I mean, right? When you’re trying to use your keys to unlock your car, or front door in the middle of the night, and you freak yourself out by thinking someone is after you? I’m sure you’ve done that before. Or in the movies when you see the girl who is getting chased by the masked serial killer, and she clumsily drops her keys in panic? That’s what happened to us. As Jake hit the button to unlock the door, Eric locked it, this went on for 20 seconds. Little did we know, one of those piece of shit things got stuck onto the bike rack on the roof. 20 seconds was plenty of time for it to grab Tom’s arm and take a huge bite into it. He went down screaming, the thing fell with him. In mere seconds his face was chewed off. The muscle and skull was exposed. His body was trembling. His cries and screams eventually died out. He was dead in minutes. Some of the remains from the bodies on the street began to twitch towards Tom. We sat in the car on the verge of throwing up. Tears filled our eyes, disgust smeared across our faces. We let this happen. We let this happen and we did nothing about it. My hands were clasped around my mouth, I was breathing heavily and trying to hold my vomit in.
What the fuck just happened?