Brendan knew they were completely fucked.
Dozens of the zombies inched towards the group of them, different types and sizes. Some big and strong, others small and fast. Some carried assault rifles. More and more. How many, Brendan could only guess.
"Run for the car," James' voice was low and wavered in the air. He grabbed Emily's hand and started to sprint. "Quick, before they get closer."
Sam quickly followed behind, holding his machete in tight white fingers. They shared a glance, scared and desperate.
Brendan ran next to Helena, his legs pushing hard, flying over the ground. Panic rushed up and filled his entire body.
Once outside, gunshots rang out loud, so loud Brendan felt his eardrums melting. He dropped down to the ground, throwing a desperate arm over Helena. Sam dropped down in front of them.
Brendan watched in horror as Emily stopped running, jerked horribly to the right before falling face first. James' scream was almost as loud as the gunshots.
The zombies got ready to aim again, only a hundred meters away. The smaller ones were even closer.
"Move!" Brendan hissed at his friends and he got up on his elbows, inching across the ground like a worm. The concrete bit painfully into his elbows. The others followed his movements.
Emily was slower, her actions stiff and uncomfortable to watch.
Near the car, Brendan got up low on his feet and sprinted the rest of the way. Helena followed behind, watching his back with her two pistols gripped in tight fingers. She shot at the zombies but they both knew their only chance was to retreat.
They reached the car first, followed by Sam and Rory. Brendan jumped in shotgun and stared hard at James, who was piggybacking Emily across the clearing. They were so close.
They all ducked again as another shower of bullets hit the car. Brendan saw James lose his footing and the two of them fell back to the ground. It took more effort, too long, for Emily to get back on her feet. The car shifted as Rory got out and ran to help them.
"Rory!" Helena scream exploded from beside Brendan. No one dared move.
They watched in agony as James and Rory lifted Emily up and the two of them ran for the car. Emily was thrown in and James got quickly to his seat.
"Go go go go!!" Emily screamed at Helena, who slammed on the ignition. The car jerked forwards, throwing Brendan's head back. They sped along, leaving the church and graveyard behind, not to mention the crowd of zombies.
They were speeding through Port Hope when Helena suddenly slammed on the breaks. Brendan's head whipped back again and a headache pounded back angrily.
"Rory!" She screamed a second time, the sound searing through Brendan's head. Brendan whipped around and noticed the trunk was wide open. Where was Rory!? He couldn't remember him getting in the car.
"Here!" Rory poked his head up from behind the seats, his grey eyes wide and worried. Brendan gasped in relief. Maybe he didn't get along with Rory but he still cared about the kid.
"Jesus Christ you scared me," Helena breathed. The bandage on her forehead was turning red with fresh blood.
They drove quickly and dangerously and Helena pulled back onto the highway.
"Emily," James sobbed. "Helena do something! You have to pull over!"
"Hold on, we need to get away from the zombies." Brendan said.
"She doesn't have time to hold on!" James yelled. "Helena!"
"Shut up!" She shouted back. "Brendan's right, Emily can hold on for a minute."
