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somewhere in the neighborhood.
    But it turned out their luck wasn't as solid
as he thought.

4

    There was a cluster of zombies coming up the
driveway. Maybe ten, maybe more. They looked fresh, and you could
see the bite marks on a lot of them. Wrists and necks and biceps
with chunks of meat torn away. A few of them had their arms out in
the classic pose.
    Frank looked to the sides and he saw more of
the damn things coming from the yard. These were the real killers.
They were running low and fast, tongues hanging out. Their faces
were grey and murderous.
    Frank thought it was like they'd tracked them
from the rollover. Undead bloodhounds. He wanted to know if zombies
had a sense of smell. It would make sense.
    "Hang on," said Frank. He stepped on the gas
and the car shot forward. It flew out of the garage headed straight
for the cluster in front of them. Frank figured that the only way
of getting through them was to bust through. He'd seen what the
undead could do to parked cars. You weren't safe in
those.
    "Ohhhh – oh shit," said Kelly from the back
seat. Frank couldn't see the look on her face because he was
looking the zombies straight on, gunning for the thinnest looking
hole.
    Wishful thinking. This was going to leave a
dent or two.
    Kelly was terrified but she couldn't do much
more than make her own sick moan. A second later they were smashing
through bodies. There were thumps and the sound of flesh separating
and bones cracking. Kelly saw blood splatter on the windshield and
closed her eyes as tight as she could.
    The flesh bumps stopped and Kelly opened her
eyes again. The blood was still there in streaks on the windshield
and side windows. Kelly thought: Terry's
gonna be pissed with me for fucking up the car.
    Frank put the car into a hard right drift. He
wasn't slowing down for anyone now. There might be survivors but it
didn't seem like this was a job for two town cops, a busty rich
girl, and a souped-up German car. This was a hardcore problem. The
government was going to have to step in. And by government he meant
people with big guns.
    He sped down Brookside Drive until he hit
Winchester Ave, and then he swerved into another hard turn. The
tires made a nice sound as the back end wagged free, and Frank
liked the pickup on this car. It wasn't bad for Kraut shit. He
still liked his Crown Vic, but that was just him. The engine revved
right up and he pointed them on the road out of town. There was no
telling how far the damn outbreak had spread.
    The houses whizzed by and now Frank was
smiling again. He flicked on the wipers and washer fluid. Some of
the blood washed away. Some of it smeared in red streaks. He looked
over and Todd was looking at him, staring.
    Frank said, "What? You eye raping me
again?"
    "Fuck no. I'm no homo. You just seem calm is
all."
    "That's cause we have a sweet ride, guns, and
a way out of this mess."
    Kelly said, "What about me? You have me in the
back seat, remember? Damsel in distress shit, right? You think the
outbreak has spread?"
    Frank didn't want to answer any more of her
questions.
    Kelly said, "I'm talking to you, Frank. Has it
spread? Can you outdrive it?"
    Without looking back at her, he said, "I look
like fucking Google to you, princess? Thank you for the use of your
vehicle and the generous donation of firepower, but when I want you
to ask me twenty questions, I'll let you know. Until then, please
shut the fuck up and keep your seat belt fastened."
    He kept his eyes on the road. All clear so
far. It was looking good. And that was the way the three people in
that car wanted things to work, even if Kelly was getting annoyed
with Frank's attitude. They were getting close to Westridge Drive,
which had an on-ramp onto the Turnpike. Then they'd be able to
cover some serious ground. Maybe make it to Boston in less than
ninety minutes.
    The sign for the Turnpike popped up, which
meant that the on-ramp was 1.2 miles away. Frank knew it by heart.
Town limit was coming up to. He gunned it