The Fallen World: Part 5 - Exodus Part 2

The phone chirped in my pocket, I pulled it out and checked the ID. My brother; I quickly answered, "John! How are you?" I heard moans in the back ground, "Not good..." gun fire, "...I'm stuck on a 7-11 roof!" I waved Jonathan over, "Where are you? I'll pick you up." "Lewis and Garden Grove, hurry I'm getting low on ammo!" He answered with stress thick in his voice. I told him we are on the way, and sped out of the gas station.

We rolled to a stop a block from the 7-11 only to see a mass of zombies around the store. Gun shots echoed in the empty street, and a muzzle flash from the roof. "What's the plan?" Jonathan asked; I glanced to the gas station, "We need to lure them away." We piled food and non-perishables supply left in the small mart, and Jonathan rigged several of the pumps with explosives. He set the timers and we quietly drove around the block, so we were barely visible from the store on the other side, "3, 2, 1..." Jonathan counted, then a massive explosion and fireball erupted from the gas station. The zombies stopped, and shuffled to the cause of the noise. When we felt they were thoroughly distracted we rushed to the store.

The truck plowed a few stragglers as we sped into the parking lot. John ran to his car just as a few zombies got wise, and let out a loud moan. John gave me a wave, and he followed us as we sped out of the parking lot and down the street. Once we got some distance on them we slowed and drove into the concrete lined Santa Ana riverbed to top off the water-gas tank.