Canid Undead: A Dog's Story

29 - Amanda, Amanda

"We can't afford mercenaries. We're making our car into a tank. We'll cover up the windows, shoot from the roof and drive through the mass. Should make it through, while the hoard is calm," announced the human. They wore a torn, black dress and combat boots. The human held two pistols in each hand, they situating themself atop the vehicle. The car sat at the side of the road, fairly sitting a ways away from the hoard.

The three had to go through this hoard to reach their destination. Fellinground.

The other human was inside the car, starting up the vehicle. Another human clambered among the vehicle, sitting atop the roof. He held a rifle.

The vehicle enters the hoard. The two escalated humans begin gunning down the ugly, rotting Ferals, one by one. They kept pouring in, the hoard growing tighter as the humans reloaded their weapons. The deadheads growled and hissed angrily, their jaws snapping.

The vehicle could no longer drive forth.

The driver kicks open the car door, landing herself upon the roof hurriedly, a small gun in hand.

"Fuck, man, I'm running outta bullets..." cried one of the humans.

"We aren't gonna make it through. Paul, you dumbshit," one of them says.

Paul, now with an empty gun, hits the gun atop a Feral's head aggressively.

Then, Paul, struck with awe, screams, "We're saved!"

"Who's the motherfuckin' dumbshit now?"

A heavy duty truck drives by, several in the back and on the roof. They pelted the zombies with bullets, numerous dying instantly. The truck circled back around, going towards the three stranded humans.

This mysterious group situates their truck besides the other, much smaller group's vehicle. A girl helps them over and into the back of the truck, where her other few teammates stood, shooting some other zombies that tried to surround them, some others pelting old potatoes and tomatoes at the deadheads.

They drive away, steering towards Fellinground at first, but then taking a turn to the left, which became a field of winding roads and the overlook of a small city ahead.

"Thank you, but, uh... we're going to Fellinground," said a human from the other molecular group.

"Feh-heh-Fellinground?" the leader cackled. "Fellinground is done for. They stole one of our group's camps, so we took it back. They're gone for good."

"You're better off with us, pal," said one of them.

"Wow, really? Fuck." One of the humans from the three person group grumbles to themselves, quite clearly disappointed. "We have nowhere else to go, I guess. If you're so eager to welcome us, what do you lot call yourselves, then?"

"We're the Regals," the leader told them. "And I'm Amanda, the "leader", you could say. I'm just one of the leaders, though," she finished.