A survivor's Tale - pt. 3

What I saw amazed me. Through the scope, I could see my dad on top of the Expedition holding off twenty or more zombies with nothing but two pistols. I realized I had to do something, so I flipped open my phone and called him.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Dad! I see you I’m about fifty yards away behind a pathfinder parked on the left side of the street. I got a plan to get you out of there. Wait for my distraction and slid into the car through the sunroof,” I told him.
“Ok, what’s the distraction?” he asked.
“You’ll see,” I said with a smile as I closed my phone.
I pulled up my gun and looked through the sight for something that would get the zombies attention. About a hundred yards east of the gas station was the Wal-Mart I had seen earlier, still surrounded by zombies, and like any good superstore it had a cage of filled propane tanks in front of it. So I flipped the HK onto full automatic and opened fire on the tanks. About five seconds later, the tanks went up and decimated the entire horde in front of Wal-Mart, plus got the attention of the zombies around the Expedition.
The zombies must have spotted me, because just as I was done yelling about the explosion I caused, I saw a runner coming at me. I had just enough time to jerk my gun around and shoot it through the knees. It fell face first, and skidded to a stop about 5 feet from me. That was the scariest thing I had seen up to that point, I mean it was missing a chunk of its lower jaw, and a there were just some muscle and ligaments hanging where it’s left arm had been. Not to mention chunks of its lower legs that I had just shot off. Just as it started dragging itself towards me with its one good arm, Dad ran right over its head squishing it like a melon. I jumped in and told dad to head towards the horde that was coming at us.
I pulled myself up through the sunroof and started shooting into the throng of zombies, while Dad was mowing them down with the expedition. About twenty gore-filled minutes later, we had killed every last one of them, and there was blood and random body parts scattered all over the places. When everything died down, I asked dad what had happened to Jack and Ray.
“Well,” he said, “a runner jumped on Ray and before me or Jack could do anything he was bit. I shot the runner, but Ray was in pretty bad shape. He turned while Jack was checking for his pulse, and Jack was bitten…”
I could tell he was having trouble continuing, but I asked him to finish.
“Ray ate him. Then he saw me, so I climbed on top of the truck. But then Ray started moaning, and before I knew it I was surrounded,” he said, “I had taken a few of them out when you called.”
We sat in silence a few minutes before dad turned to me and asked what had happened to Stephen and Tyler. I told him about the gun store and how they tried to steal everything and how I shot them both. When I finished telling him about it, he said we should go check on them. When we got to where I had left them, the jeep and weapons were still there, but there was no sign of either of the others besides a trail of blood leading to the bushes. We got out of the truck when they stumbled out of the bushes moaning and reaching for us. Without a second thought, dad and I put a bullet in both of their skulls. We proceeded to move the weapons to the back of the Expedition.
It was getting late so we spent the night in the gun store. There was no moaning or any sign of the zombies except for the smoke we could see coming out of Charlotte.
The next morning, we were passing the dealership on our way out of town when Dad stopped. He told me that we needed to split up and we might have a better chance of getting home. So I went into the dealership and grabbed the keys to a jet-black fully loaded 2010 Chevy Camero. I started it up and pulled out of the hole I made with the jeep earlier and pulled up beside the Expedition.
Dad looked at me and with a laugh said, “You always wanted a Camero, didn’t you?”
A huge smile spread across my face and I replied, “Well, the way I see it is the cops are a little busy at the moment so why not?”
We both started laughing as we got out of our cars. While we were saying goodbye, I asked him what his plan was. He told me that he was going to take 77 straight into Mount Airy. I told him I would meet him there then I would take 52 through Grayson County and Galax. And he said he would take 77 through Fancy Gap to home. He handed me my iPod, phone, and phone charger out of the Expedition. I gave him one last hug and he told me that he’d be waiting at the Ruby Tuesday in Mount Airy, and with that we got into our cars. I gave him a wave, and he waved back as he pulled onto the 77 entry ramp. I put the Camero into gear and sped off down a back road heading north.
It’s my turn to take watch. I’ll type more when my shift’s over.