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“Uh, cause women are hot,” Dale answered.

“I have it on good authority that I’m hot,” Ken responded. “By many many women and men.”

“Eh,” was all Dale said, then shrugged. He was grinning. He enjoyed giving Ken a hard time.

“I’m so not eh. I am anything but eh. I am a good and solid hunk of a man. Before I came out of the closet I had so many women after me, I was a stud.” Ken frowned at Dale. “A total stud after I came out as well. It is not my freaking fault the world died and did not provide an adequate pool of gay men for me.”

“I’m sure there are guys in the fort who are gay but aren’t out,” Dale answered.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure of it. My money is that you’re not the only Nancy boy.”

Ken sighed. “Well, they’re so deep in the closet I can’t find them.”

“It’ll happen. When the time is right,” Dale assured him.

“Are you sure you’re not gay?” Ken arched an eyebrow at him.

“Yep. Tried it...kinda...once. Well, actually I thought she was a girl. She was a guy.”

“Real Crying Gamish, huh?”

“Yeah,” Dale nodded. “She was damn hot, too. Until you know...that.”

“You brute! You turned her down over that?”

“Hey, I tried. I just couldn’t.” Dale looked at Ken very solemnly. “I did try. I really did. I just...”

Ken let out a soft sigh. “I know. I feel the same way about girls. Love Lenore. She’s my girl. If she were a guy, maybe she’d be my groove thing, but...”

“Sometimes love ain’t enough,” Dale sighed. “But at least I got laid last night.”

“Did not!”

“Oh, yeah. Sure did!”

“Who? Tell!”

“Peggy.”

“No!”

“Yep.”

“She’s a dirty whore!” Ken frowned, clearly jealous.

“Oh, yeah,” Dale answered with satisfaction.

“No fair! I didn’t get laid! I’m laidless. No fair!”

Suddenly, Dale reached out and grabbed Ken’s shoulder.

“Okay, if you insist!” Ken joked, then saw the look on Dale’s face. Turning, Ken gasped as he saw a horde of zombies emerging from the trees next to them.

“They shouldn’t be here!” Dale grabbed the radio. “We got hundreds of zombies at our location. A massive horde. Do you read me?”

In a panic, Ken hit the Lock button and the doors all locked.

“Repeat that,” Kevin’s voice answered.

“We got zombies,” Dale answered, then muttered, “Oh, shit” and tossed the mouthpiece to Ken. Shifting gears, the Durango lurched forward as the zombies began to encircle it. The vehicle smashed into a few undead then rolled down the street out of their grasp.

“Zombies everywhere. Coming out of the trees on both sides of us. Oh, shit, and up the road. I thought you got them to turn to the west,” Ken screamed into the radio.

“Pull back,” Kevin ordered. “We must have missed some in the recon.”

“I should say so,” Ken snapped back. “Because, brotha, they are all over the freaking place.”

Dale shifted gears again and began to turn the big vehicle around. The narrow road didn’t allow a full u-turn, so he had to back up to readjust the angle again.

“We are totally surrounded! This is not good,” Ken shouted into the radio. Dale backed up to readjust one more time when the wave of zombies hit the truck in full force. It was an unrelenting wall of flesh, bone and decay that pushed in with such force, the Durango rocked. Moaning, desperate faces filled the windows as claw-like hands scrabbled at the doors.

“Fuck,” Ken whispered into the mouthpiece, then dropped it. The moans of the hungry zombies was deafening.

Dale reversed and tried to back up but it was as if the truck was trying to push its way through a brick wall. The zombies barely yielded and the press against the truck from all sides continued.

“Dale,” Ken said softly.

“I know,” Dale answered.

The Durango was now being pushed across the road, despite Dale’s attempts to floor it. There was too much pressure coming against the vehicle from the enormous wave of zombies coming up through the forest. Sliding sideways, the truck protested as the metal groaned against the constant assault. Ken screamed as a zombie’s body pressed against his window began to pop and split apart like a ripe melon.

“Shit, oh, shit,” Ken whispered. He heard Kevin’s voice demanding to know their status, but he ignored it. Dale was cussing so colorfully Ken would have been impressed if he wasn’t so damn scared.

Then the truck was pushed over into the ditch on the side of the road. The undead in the ditch were squashed beneath the truck, but more took their place beating and pushing against the Durango. The two men inside ended up lying on the driver’s side windows, staring up at the zombies swarming on top of the capsized vehicle.

“We’re not gonna make it, are we?” Ken asked, his voice catching.

“Nope,” Dale answered.

They both watched in horrible fascination as one of the zombies began to beat against the window with a rock. Cracks slowly began to spread across the glass.

“Nope. We’re not, Ken.”

“Oh, God,” Ken whispered, covering his mouth in horror.

Dale pulled the smaller man into his arms and cradled Ken’s head against his chest. “It’s okay, Ken.”

Ken sobbed softly into his chest.. “Lenore is going to kill me.”

“At least you know someone loved you,” Dale consoled him.

“Yeah,” Ken whispered as the glass shattered and rained down around them. “Yeah. I do.”

“Ready to go?”

Ken watched Dale flick the safety off his pistol. Pressing his lips tightly together, he nodded.

“I’ll do it for both of us.”

Ken nodded fervently, unable to speak anymore.

Dale kissed Ken’s forehead gently as he brought up his gun. “Sleep tight, Ken,” he said, and fired.

Ignoring the bits of brain and blood splattered over him, Dale wrapped his arm tightly around Ken’s shoulders and took a deep breath.

“I’m right behind you, buddy.”

Just as the first of the zombies fell into the truck on top of them, Dale pushed the gun into his mouth and fired.

2. The Helpless Living

Despite everything going on in the outside world in the deadlands, Katie fell asleep on the couch in the communication center. She had felt drained all morning. When she had laid down on the sofa, she hadn’t expected to fall asleep, but she had.

She awoke to someone crying out.

It was Travis she saw first, his face strained and tears in his eyes. Peggy sat at the communication hub sobbing loudly, her hands over her face.

“What happened?” Katie asked in a hoarse voice.

“Ken and Dale...” Travis’ voice broke. “We think they’re gone.”

“No,” Katie whispered.

Peggy wiped her tears on the bottom of her t-shirt and again pressed down the button on the microphone in front of her. “Dale, Ken, please respond. What is your status?”

Only cackling static responded.

“What happened?”

“They said zombies came out of the forest and surrounded them. It sounded like they were trying to drive away then the line went silent,”

Travis answered.

“Oh, God,” Katie exclaimed.

“What’s worse is that they hadn’t left the departure point. Which means the zombies are further ahead than we thought,” Travis said in a hollow voice.

Juan stepped into the room. “We’re taking off in the other helicopter. I’ll let you know what we find.”

“Be careful out there,” Travis answered.

Peggy continued to try to raise the two missing men.

“I will be,” Juan assured him, then was gone.

Katie sat up slowly and curled up on the sofa, tears. Her arms folded over her belly as though to shield her unborn child from all this terror. The loss of life in the last few months was staggering. How much more could they endure?

“I wish Nerit was here,” Peggy said through her sobs. “I wish she was here. She’d know what to do. No offense, Travis, but she would.”

Travis nodded grimly. “I know. But we need to keep doing our best. Once we know what is going on out there, we’ll figure out the next step.”

Peggy wiped her tears away again and turned back to the communication center. “Come in, Dale. Come in, Ken. What is your status? Repeat, what is your status?”

* * * * *

“Keep going, Bill,” Kevin said into his headset. “You’ve got them following you and that’s what we need. Keep an eye on your gas gauge and keep right at the speed where you are now.”

“Can’t say I feel too comfortable right now,” Bill’s voice answered. Kevin looked down at the bright cherry red Durango and the mass of gray, decaying people following behind it. “I know, Bill. But you’re doing a good job.”

Next to Kevin, Bette sat trembling from pain as Linda did her best to set her arm and bandage it. Curtis was a hunched figure in the passenger seat up front. Ed sat grimly with his rifle at the ready watching the horde of zombies below.

The tension was unbearable. They had all heard Ken’s hysterical voice. There was a very good chance that Dale and Ken were gone. As the news came in that the second helicopter was now in the air and going to check out the situation, Kevin looked down at the Durango and the following parade of the dead.

The situation was beginning to feel helpless.

3. The Pied Piper of the Living Dead

Katarina looked into the side mirror of the Durango to see her sunburned face gazing back at her from beneath her cowboy hat. Her sunglasses hid eyes that she knew must be wide with fear. Her gaze slipped slightly to one side and the undead stumbling behind the Durango came into view. The creatures were so determined they had actually increased in speed. Bill had to push down on the accelerator just a bit to keep ahead of the flesh eating mob.

Twisting around in her chair, she looked out the back window at the massive crowd of zombies trailing them. Her stomach heaved again and she tried hard not to vomit. Her fear was so powerful, she was trembling. She had lost any semblance of calm quite some time ago. Her teeth were chattering and Bill kept touching her to reassure her. She was sure Nerit would be sorely disappointed in her. But this was different from being a sniper. Not since the first day had she seen the dead so close, and beyond that, so many.

Behind the walls, even the makeshift walls from the first days, she had felt safe whenever she had faced a large mass of zombies. She had faith in those walls. But out here on the country roads, there were no walls. Just endless road, trees, shrub and the unwavering dead. And out here, despite the helicopter overhead, it was just she and Bill. Bill, who loved her. She loved him so much that she was terrified of what could happen to him. Yes, she was terrified of possibly dying under the snapping, tearing jaws of the undead, but Bill...

“Bill, how much longer?”

“About ten more minutes,” Bill answered. He was sweating profusely because of the unrelenting glare of sunlight through the windshield. Katarina could feel sweat trickling between her breasts and she rubbed the top of her nose. Drops of tears and sweat dripped from her fingers.

“Ken and Dale are dead,” she said softly. She still couldn’t fully fathom that her two friends were gone.

“We don’t know that,” Bill answered.

“You and I both know it, Bill. You heard what was on the CB!”

“We can’t give up hope, Kit-Kat,” Bill answered determinedly. “We just can’t.”

Katarina shook her head. “We gotta get out of here, Bill.” Just looking at him made her even more afraid. She touched his shoulder lovingly. His fingers covered hers.

“We’ll be out of here soon enough, baby.”

Katarina watched the undead with a growing sense of dread and horror. Her stomach rolled again. “Please, Bill, let’s just go.”

“We gotta make sure that the fort is safe,” Bill answered.

“Bill, we need to leave now!” Her voice cracked as she screamed and the sound startled her.

Bill didn’t look at her, but kept driving. He was smart not to take his eyes off the road. Just around the curve was an overturned semi-truck.

“Shit,” he whispered.

There was barely any room to edge around the truck and Bill swore as he slowed down to maneuver around it. He grabbed the CB mouthpiece. “We got an obstruction in the road. We’re going around.”

There was loud static, then a voice said, “We’re moving up to rendezvous.”

“Don’t slow down,” Katarina hissed.

She gripped her head in agony and turned away from the view behind them, unable to watch the horde getting ever closer as the Durango slowed down to cautiously creep around the overturned semi.

“Bill,” she whispered. “I’m so afraid.”

“Baby, you’re going to be okay.”

“But if anything happens to you, I can’t bear it.”

“Kit-Kat, if anything happens to you, I can’t bear it. I can’t. We’re going to be okay. We’ll get around this truck, then we’ll be fine.” Bill risked letting go of the steering wheel so he could grip her hand and kiss it. It was then that the driver of the truck made his appearance. Darting out from behind the truck, he struck the window with a wrench held tightly in one hand.

Reacting on pure impulse, Bill jerked the wheel and the Durango clipped the guardrail then bounced off to hit the edge of the back of the semitruck. Fighting to gain control of the wheel, Bill swore. Katarina fell back into the back seat headfirst.

“Bill, there’s a--”

Greta’s voice over the CB was cut off as the Durango plowed into the station wagon directly behind the semi. The rending of metal and the scream of the tires filled their ears, then Bill and Katarina were tossed about inside the Durango as it flipped over and slid down the street.

“Get out! Get out!” Bill shouted,

Katarina scrambled for the door, shoved it open, and climbed out. Tumbling out onto the road from the overturned vehicle, she dared to look back. The horde of zombies was beginning to come into view behind the semi. Bill climbed out behind her. His forehead was gashed and he wiped the blood from his face as he looked back toward the zombies. What he saw that Katarina did not was that the accident had freed the rest of the undead family inside the station wagon. They were scrambling out of the ruins of their car, decayed and wretched, and fiercely hungry.