Reeling in the Zombie Apocalypse Ⅲ

Part 3

"Jenny?" I call. I can feel my heart pounding both from exertion and from fear.

"I'm here," she calls from the stairs. I am shocked by her paleness. I inspect her for bites or wounds but find none.

"My mom called. The outbreak is everywhere. She and my dad have locked themselves in the house but they just saw Mrs. Jones get mauled. She lost half her face. Then, she got up and started walking again. Mom saw Mr. Jones run her down with a lawnmower. It was-"

"We have to get out of here," I say, cutting her off.

Jenny just nods. She is in shock and I don't blame her.

"Did you do what I asked?"

She nods.

I grab my Piscifun gear and the bags Jenny has packed and throw them in the back of the Yukon.

"Get in the car!" I call to Jenny. She is too shocked not to obey. I wait until she is buckled into her seat before I open the garage door. Apparently, the zombie buffet ran out of bodies because in front of our door are about a dozen creatures. All of them with fatal injuries. Three of them are missing large chunks from their faces. Jenny screams beside me and I hope she doesn't pass out.

"Grab one of those reels and unpack it," I tell her. She needs something to do with her hands and it is the only idea coming to me.

She opens the reel up and hands it to me.

I hit the gas and the zombies go flying like bowling pins but that doesn't keep more from pounding on the glass. I can't risk them breaking it. Without windows we don't stand a chance.

"Steer," I order, grabbing the reel from her lap.

I put on my waterproof fishing glove. I need to make sure there is no chance of getting bitten while I am bashing in Zombie heads. I hope the glove is enough protection.

I open the window and hit the gas. Jenny seems to be reading my mind and I can tell she is horrified but she steers the car so that my gloved hand and the Piscifun reel bash the zombies in the face while they are trying to get through the open window.

Luckily, this throws them off balance and makes them tumble forward. I don't try to count how many are smashed under the wheels.

"Not the main road," I warn Jenny as we approach the end of our street. "Take the back way to my parent's house."

We turn down Chestnut Ridge and a small group of zombies run past us. I am hoping they are running to feast on their companions who we ran down so we have a chance to escape.

I carefully take off my glove. I don't want any blood to touch my skin and I toss the glove out of the window. I have dozens, thankfully. The reel I wrap carefully in a reel protection bag. We are going to need it later so I don't want to dump it but it certainly is a bloody mess.

I take the wheel from Jenny who looks grateful to give it up.

There are about twenty cars on the roads but I am hoping everyone is in too much of a panic to try to flee the city on the back roads. There will be no help out in the country but I am hoping that means that there will be few hungry zombies trying to make us into snacks either.