To The Grave

Chapter 17. Randall. Day 94.

Rain hit the windshield, creating a soft untimed lull. The three of us sat inside, looking at the rotting corpses moving through the street. "Sit in the back seat with me, we can be warmer." Marty whispered to me, his sarcastic tone echoing.

I turned around from my spot in the driver seat. "We'd also be warmer if we took our clothes off, but I'm not doing that either."

"You're loss." He shrugged, growing antsy in his seat. "At least start the car and turn on the heat."

"Shut up before they notice us." Ferris whispered, from the seat beside me.

The car in front of us turned their brake light on, starting the car. They pulled away from the side of the road, driving slowly through the rain.

I turned the key, hearing only a weird noise. I tried again, seeing the rotters turn around in the mirror. "Ferris it's not starting." I turned to the older kid beside me.

His eyes turned panicked. "Try it again." I turned the keys again, gaining only the sound of the engine skipping.

I flashed the lights, a few more rotters remaining in front of us in the fog. I turned back to him. "It's not the battery!" He hit his hands against the dashboard.

A corpse pressed against the window near Marty. He rolled the window down, shoving a knife into the rotter's head. "Ferris we need to figure it out." Another body pressed against the car, the roar of their rotting vocals growing louder.

Ferris moved his window down, grabbing the large gun near his feet. He shot one moving closer to the car. Marty pushed the door open, slamming it closed quickly, moving some away. I fired my gun, through his window, leaning across the car. The glass shattered around Marty. He moved to crank the window up, stabbing the glass shards through a head. He moved over to the other side of the car.

Lights moved closer to our car, a gun firing at the rotters on my side of the car. I pushed open the car door, struggling to grab the large gun. "Fuck it." I whispered jumping out of the car. I pulled the keys from the ignition, turning back to the open car door.

I looked back to Ferris, seeing him crawling through the car. His gun was pulled from his arms by a rotter, falling to the ground. His leg moved up high, kicking it in the chest, sending it backwards. He ran past it to the car, climbing in. The door closed as the car began to move away.

"Marty." I shouted. The radio's volume increased, blaring. The windows moved down, drawing the pack closer to us. The car quickly turned around in the road, crashing into the wall of bodies. Screams erupted from throughout the vehicle. The door flew open, Marty rushing out of the car into ours.

We sped off, leaving Ferris' car behind. He had spun around in his seat, looking at the distancing vehicle. "I saved up for like seven years for that piece of shit."

"Seven years, and you couldn't get windows you didn't have to roll up yourself?" Marty moved to sit up, getting off the floor of the SUV, crawling into the back row with Ferris and I.