Zombie Mayhem

Chapter 6

"I-is that a zombie?!" Timmy whispered.
"No! That's a unicorn!" Julia snapped.
"Not now!" Julia warned.
"Sorry," Jackie mumbled.
"Everyone get in the back, I have a plan. But it might not work so I want to minimize injuries." I said.
"Man that zombie stinks," Regan grumbled, as she climbed into the way back. I put the car in reverse, and as I slowly backed up, the zombie turned and limped toward the car.
"Xander what are you doing?! That zombie is gaining on us!" Chris yelled.
"I know hold on!" I said through clenched teeth as I looked through the rear view camera. "Ok here we go!" I yelled as I switched into drive and rammed the zombie head on. The zombie, who was being pushed against the front hood from the speed it was going, started to climb up the front hood despite being hit by a minivan.
"Xander!" Someone screamed from the back but I ignored them, focusing on the task at hand. I slammed the breaks, sending the zombie flying. Then I literally put the pedal to the medal and drove over the zombie with a sickening crunch as each wheel drove over the zombie.

As we got out I looked back at the zombie. There was one tire track right through the middle of the zombie. There was a track of blood leading straight to where I had parked.
"Oh that's disgusting." Anthony said, wincing as the wind blew the zombies stench towards us.
"I'm a horrible person.  I just ran over a person." I whimpered.
"No not a person, a zombie. That thing isn't human anymore. It's undead. Not alive, not dead. Don't feel bad Xander, you saved us." Anthony reassured.
"Honestly Anthony, I'm horrible. I wasn't thinking about saving you guys." I confessed.
"But you put us in the back to protect us, that's good enough for me." He smiled.
"Thanks man. Let's go get some guns." I patted his back as I walked towards Walmart where everyone was waiting for us. As we headed towards the gun wall, a low moan echoed through the abandoned store.
"GO GO GO GO!" Gregory yelled as we sprinted towards the guns.
I took out one of the kitchen knives I had in my bag and shattered the glass wall around the guns. I grabbed the biggest gun they had, a Remington 870 pump shotgun. As I looked for 3.5 shells, I realized that I had absolutely no idea how to load the gun.
"Gregory! How do I do this!" I yelled.
"Give it to me!" He grumbled, loading the gun and shoving it into my chest.
"Thanks," I said as I ran towards the sound of the moaning. I looked back and realized I was going to kill a zombie alone. I stopped and hesitated for a second. But then an ear piercing scream was let loose through Walmart. I instantly snapped out of my trance and I sprinted to the ungodly wailing. As I rounded the corner into the food department, a horrific smell and sight overwhelmed my senses. A zombie was hunched over a woman, eating her arm! The woman was squirming under the zombie and screaming, she wouldn't stop screaming! So I walked up to the zombie put the gun to its head and pulled the trigger. Clank. It hadn't fired! I looked at the gun and saw the words, pump shotgun. I had forgotten to pump it. I ferociously pumped the shell into the chamber. I shot the zombie in the head, but as it fell it exposed it's bloodied face and the woman's arm. It was covered in blood. The wound was deep enough that I could see the bone. The woman turned to me and said something inaudible, then before my eyes, her skin started to rot. Her hair started falling out and her skin wrinkled. She stood up and flung her hand at my head, hard. I felt a crack as her arm snapped and my head felt like a hammer had hit it. I started to black out. But right as I felt my consciousness slipping, I pumped the gun and shot her in the head.