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turned and faced him fully, arms drooping at his sides. Josh took an uneasy step back and the drunk man began shuffling towards him, raising his arms in front of him. Blood poured from the large gaping hole in the side of his head. The man got within ten feet of Josh when the stillness of the early morning was broken by a single gunshot. The man’s chest exploded and he fell to the ground. Josh ducked with lightning quickness. He quickly turned back to see his partner holding a 1911 .45, smoke still slowly rolling out of the barrel. He had opened the door, stood on the running board, and shot across the windshield.
    “What the fuck! What the hell are you doing with that thing on the truck?” Steve fired off another shot at the drunk man as he got up and staggered back towards the front of the ambulance. The second shot landed in the man’s head, splitting it like an old melon.
    “Do you really want to ask that kind of question right now? Can’t you see what the hell that was?”
    Josh raised his voice to near screaming. “AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?” Steve fired off another round at another approaching straggler, this one missing both of his hands, bloody stumps stopping at the end of his arms.
    Steve jumped out of the truck and stomped defiantly, moving the .45 around and scanning for more people. “They are goddamned zombies, Josh! Why the fuck do you think that first one got right back up after I shot him dead in the chest? These fuckers are zombies, there jackass.”
    Josh was unknowingly holding his breath as Steve explained himself. He left out a huge sigh when he realized that Steve might be right. Steve swiftly came over to the front of the truck and explained himself to Josh.
    “Look, that guy that we backboarded that was seizing like a son of a bitch, but when I put the monitor on him, he was asystole. I thought it was just a short in the leads, but I couldn’t get a blood pressure on him either.”
    Josh’s eyes widened in horror. “So we just dropped off a goddamned zombie at the ER! Why the hell didn’t you say anything when we were there? We gotta go back and take care of that shit!”
    “And tell them what exactly? ‘I’m sorry, doc. The patient we just dropped off is a zombie, do you mind if we go ahead and shoot him in the head?’ Think about what you're saying, dude.”
    The unmistakable sound of moaning and choked gurgling was slowly getting louder and louder. The approaching undead were wailing in the wind and mixing in with the sounds of sirens and the vehicles coming down the road. Both men looked around to see if any other zombies were approaching.
    “Let’s get outta here, dude. We gotta get to my house and get more guns and ammo. If all those guys are gonna turn into zombies then we are in some seriously deep shit. The guy in the back was blabbing on about some kind toxic gas that was comin’ up through the ground. If that shit is in the air, then we are gonna have a lot of zombies to deal with, and soon,” Steve said as he ushered Josh back to the truck. Steve motioned Josh to get into the passenger’s side of the truck; Steve would be driving to his own house to arm up. As Steve closed the door on the truck and threw it into gear, more zombies began to appear in front of and behind them.
    “Shit! See, I told you! They are damned zombies, Josh!”
    Josh could not wrap his mind around the concept of zombies. Sure, he had played plenty of video games that had zombies in them, most notably the Call of Duty games with Nazi zombies, but this was different. These were real life (or real death ) zombies that were wandering the streets. Steve wheeled the truck and got it turned around near the law school in town and started back towards his own residence. Daylight was finally breaking (such as it was) and the light of the day was not going to get very bright for the day. Steve’s eyes darted back and forth on either side of the road for more of the undead, spying a few more as he