Chapter 5
Author: Isaac
last update2026-06-13 19:51:38

The sound of a hundred pairs of feet on asphalt at top speed keep sounding like a rapidly approaching thunderstorm.

"Behind the semi! Go, go, go!"

Mac bellowed above the shriek and din of honking, trapped cars.

He grabbed Isaac's shoulder, roughly shoved him into the gap between the jackknifed rig and the disabled sedan. Lola followed suit, hauling the hysterical Rose forward by the wrist through the tangle of cold, dead steel.

The oily, shattering-glass covered asphalt was still streaked with the blood-red horrors of the initial discharge.

Behind them, a screaming wall of the Infected closed with impossible speed.

The creatures bounded, climbed over and hurled themselves through the gridlocked vehicles as they gained ground, a simian, rabid wave climbing atop the rooftops and smashing through the shattered windows of overturned buses.

The State Trooper runner was the lead dog at their heels, his jaw unhinged and a shriek ripping from his throat.

Mac skidded to a halt at the rear dual of the tractor trailer, turning Remington 870 racked.

He dropped to a tactical shooting stance.

The trooper cleared a ten-yard gap of Hondas by clearing the trunk of one, rocketing over it on outstretched hands, fingers extended and clawing.

Mac fired. The blast of the 12 gauge was blinding even from inside the tight quarters of a block of cars. The contents of his 00 buckshell ripped the creature in half at the chest, throwing the corpse backward into the pursuers.

"On to the strip mall!"

Mac yelled, racking a round into the chamber. Clack-clack. He fired again into the bottleneck of cars between two cars. His blast tore through the heads of the leading runners.

The force of the impacts drove the dead back and caused the pursuing horde to stumble and trip, their fall creating a temporary blockage that lasted for seconds before the living throng swarmed over their bodies in a surge of ravenous hunger and spilled blood.

They burst from the last of the automobiles onto the pavement of the strip mall. An alleyway stretched between a grocery and a hardware store, a shortcut to the industrial train yards.

The alley was blocked.

A chain-link security gate, 10 feet tall and topped with rusted barbed wire, stood at the mouth of the passage, sealed shut with a hefty, industrial Master lock.

"It's locked!" Isaac cried, slamming his palms against the galvanized mesh. He turned, his chest heaving, and held his iron crowbar in front of him, his arms shaking. "Dad, it's locked! We're trapped!"

"Step aside," Mac tell him. He stepped forward to the gate and aimed the shotgun directly at the padlock.

"Mac, no!" Lola cried, grabbing his arm. Her face was tight with sudden, defiant resistance. "Check your sidesaddle! You only have three rounds left in that gun.

If you blow that lock, you are Winchester for ammo before we even reach the tracks!"

"We have no choice, Lola!" Mac snarled, shaking her hand off his arm.

"Yes, we do!" Lola insisted, her voice cracking under the strain. She gestured frantically to the storefront window of the hardware store beside them. "The metal grate is behind the glass! If we can break the door, we can block them in, grab some tools, and use the back delivery bay! Don't try to shoot your way out of every corner; sometimes, look at what's in front of you!"

"The glass, Lola! That will draw more of them!" Mac hissed, his eyes flitting between his wife and the stampede of living flesh surging toward them from fifty yards away in the broken barricade of cars.

"And your gun won't?!" Isaac shouted, his youthful anger blossoming into a panicked wail as he took Lola's side. "Just listen to her for once! You're going to get us killed!"

Mac didn't even feel the sting of the insult.

His mind raced, crunching the numbers in a fraction of a second.

Three rounds left. One hundred shambling attackers charging. The gate lock required one shell to breach, leaving him with two. Lola's proposed course offered concealment but a high probability of being trapped inside with the horde, even for short periods.

"Isaac, break the glass," Mac tell him, moving to the street to provide cover.

"Lola, you're on point. Rose, stay right on me."

Isaac didn't hesitate. He raised the three-foot crowbar high and brought it down with all the fear and frustration cooped up in his young body.

The iron head shattered the reinforced plate glass of the hardware store door in a cascade of tinkling and crashing sound. Broken glass showered the interior floor. Lola scrambled through the gap first, sidearm held out, with Rose immediately behind her.

"Inside! Inside! Inside!" Mac yelled, watching their flanks.

The majority of the horde hit the pavement just as Mac scrambled through the jagged opening. The smell of them washed over him-stale sweat, rust, and swift decomposition mixed with the sickly-sweet odor of stale blood. They swarmed through the broken door like a tide filling a sinkhole.

Mac fired a round into the face of the lead pursuer, his skull exploded. Mac spun around, fled through the darkness of the hardware store, and dropped a heavy metal shelving unit to block the aisle behind them.

The crash and clamor of metal bending and shattering glass and the shriek of the newly arrived Infected filled the space behind them as they poured into the narrow, tool-filled aisles of the store.

They raced down the rows of tool chests and building supplies, their gaze fixed on the red EXIT sign at the rear of the warehouse.

Lola hit the push-bar on the rear fire door. It sprang open, revealing a vast expanse of gravel and the morning sun in the wide-open train yards. Safety lay less than 100 yards across a set of rusting tracks.

She paused as she stepped onto the gravel, staring blankly. From the shadow of a stack of shipping containers flanking the exit, an entirely new, silent group of Infected had been nested.

They had not been drawn by the sound; they had been waiting in the shade. Before Lola could bring up her sidearm, a hulking, muscular, mutated railway worker lunged from the blind spot and wrapped both of his bloodied hands around the barrel of her pistol.

He snatched the weapon from her hand as two more creatures simultaneously crashed toward Isaac's neck.

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