An explosion rung through the early morning air. Blood from the infected clung to Erik’s face. The infected lay on the broken concrete and the hood of the old, red Mustang. The hood is bowed downward and covered in gore. The windshield is broken and bloody.
“God, that’s going to bring down my resale value,” he said with a smile. Outside the car, to the right he noticed a group of infected fighting their way through the tall grass toward Michigan avenue. Behind Erik was a simular group struggling to fit through a small space between cars. Erik remembered the duffle bag and grabbed it along with the bat. He tossed it over his shoulder and stepped forward toward the others.
The red Prius was fifty feet ahead of him when he heard the scream. He leapt forward and around another car. He walked up to the Prius slowly as another scream erupted from the car. The windows of the Prius were grime-filled like everything else. He could make out the figure of the young lady in the back seat. She was swinging her arms and struggling with something. Sitting near the passenger-side rear door Erik walked around the Prius. The doors on the passenger-side were closed and locked. He could see Rebecca fighting with an infected woman. The woman had turned around but was still restrained by the seatbelt. Erik banged on the passenger-side window but this only frightened Rebecca and sent her scrambling to the driver’s side. He banged again and flattened his face against the glass.
“Rebecca, it’s me. Unlock the doors. I need to get in.”
Rebecca looked toward Erik. He wasn’t even sure she recognized him. She pushed herself against the rear driver’s door. Erik shouted again.
Rebecca blinked, paused then attempted to crawl toward the rear passenger door but the infected creature grabbed her hair and pulled. Rebecca freed herself and crawled back to the driver’s side of the small car. Erik pointed to door behind her and attempted to walk toward her but a tall, infected man stood in front of him.
Erik dropped the duffle and stepped back. He squatted and pulled the wooden bat from the bag. Three more infected were very near this one and would be on him in less then a minute. Erik knelt and swung at the tall creatures legs, connecting and blowing it’s knee sideways. The creature fell to the left and leaned against another car. Erik ran around the front of the to the driver’s side rear door. He pulled the door handle and it opened. Rebecca fell backward, into his arms. Erik helped her to her feet and stepped away from the Prius.
She stood silent, staring up at him. Erik searched for meaning, for a reason she was not moving. After a long minute he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her and placed her over his shoulder. He then walked away from the scene. Rebecca struggled but Erik held on to the young lady till they were far enough. Jean Claude, stood watching as Erik stepped past him.
“Thanks for you help,” Erik snapped.
“Looked like you had it,” Jean replied.
“Damn it, I forgot the shotgun.”