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Sergeant a chance to catch up to us.
                  “I may be a zombie but even I can move faster than this. Pick up the pace.”
                  Having no choice I started walking faster. We passed the radio we had hung in the trees on our way in. I needed to think of something fast. Soon we would be back to the helicopter and once we got there I'd run out of options. With the pilot hopefully gone we'd be stuck there with one very angry zombie. Then the radio we'd left in the trees squawked and I heard the three most beautiful words come from just off the path. “Hey fuck face.”
                  Parks spun around, still holding Lily by the hair, and a shot rang out from behind us.
                  “Run!” Sergeant Adams yelled.
                  Lily grunted in pain as we both took off down the path. Another shot rang out. We ran a little further and stopped. I took Lily in my arms and held her tight.
                  “Get this off of me,” Lily said.
                  She broke our embrace and stepped back. Half of Parks arm, from the elbow down, was still clenching her hair. Sergeant Adams' first shot had hit the zombie in the elbow. That must have been why Lily cried out in pain when we ran off. The arm tore off as she pulled away. I grabbed the arm and pulled. It didn't come loose and Lily's head jerked down with the arm when I pulled.
                  “What the fuck is wrong with you. Pry it's fingers out of there.”
                  “I'm sorry.”
                  I went to work on it's fingers and was finally able to get it loose, along with a large chunk of Lily's hair. She was going to need a visit to a hair salon when this was all over. I got most of the hair out of it's hand and held it out to Lily.
                  “Do you want this?”
                  She just glared at me and rubbed her head. “Get rid of it.”
                  I dropped the hair and threw the arm into the woods. Sergeant Adams ran up and un-slung our rifles from his shoulder, handing them to Lily and me.
                  “He's still out there. My second shot must have only grazed his head and he ran off into the woods.”
                  “Do we go after him?” Lily asked.
                  “No. Let's get the hell out of here. Hopefully that thing will starve out here.”
                  “You think those things starve?” Sergeant Adams asked.
                  “Right now I don't care. I'm just glad we're all still alive,” I said.
                  We could hear the chopper starting up as we headed through the forest. Sergeant Adams had radioed ahead and told the pilot to fire it up after he heard shots fired. It was a miracle that we were going to make it out of here alive. I wouldn't let my emotions override clear thinking like this again. Dr. Parks needed to die for what he'd done. I just had to accept the fact that I wasn't going to be the one to kill him. I doubted he'd make it out of this forest alive. If he did somebody else would have to take care of him. In a few minutes we would be miles from here. As we made our way to the chopper Sergeant Adam's radio came to life.
                  “Are we still headed to Fort Leonard Wood?” Lieutenant Price asked.
                  The Sarge looked to me and I nodded in the affirmative.
                  “That's the plan,” he replied.
                  “Then we need to find an airport or military installation soon. We're almost out of fuel.”
                  The zombie that was once Dr. Parks stood just within the tree line watching the three of them. He was just close enough to the radio they had left in the trees to overhear their conversation. Other than a slight and continuous twitch he didn't