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out in line, extended their tillers, and plowed into the zombies, while the machine gunners continued to light up the advancing zombies.  Fighters on foot rushed out to either side of the bridge with crew-served weapons.  More troops followed them with machine guns I'd never seen before that had drum magazines.  They helped clear a path through the zombies all the way to the highway.
                Jake's Trailblazer and the two pickups behind him struggled to drive across all of the dead bodies, but the heavier trucks coming after pulverized the carpet of dead.  By the time we reached the other end of the bridge, it was a slippery, gory mess.  Olivia struggled keeping us moving forward, tires slipping and spinning.
                "We're in the killing zone now!" Ralph cried, opening up to our left.
                The dismounted fighters stayed at the end of the bridge.  Once past them we were open to attack.  Zombies surged at us from both directions.  We lit them up, as did all of the other vehicles, too.  Still, there was so many their line was getting closer and closer.
                The stench was gut-wrenching.  The sight of all those dead was worse.  I couldn't get it out of my head that the zombies were once all good people.  I cursed the godless bastards that developed an agent to turn people into zombies, and then cursed the soulless bastards that used those weapons on other human beings.
                "Driving in this shit is like mudding," Olivia gasped out.
                "You've been mudding before?"
                "No, but I'm sure this is what it feels like."
                Zombies surged out of the woods in greater numbers.  I was tearing through magazines way too fast.  Soon, my ears were feeling numb from my rifle and Ralph's M60 fire.  We were picking up speed.  Jake was already turning north onto I-50 ahead of us.  Most of the zombies seemed to be down by the river and end of the bridge.
                There were so many zombies coming at us that their line was slowly getting closer.  We couldn't kill them fast enough.  All of the vehicles were off the bridge, so the tractors turned around and headed back towards the bridge to either side of the road.  They plowed the zombies under.
                "Do you think the guys on the bridge will be okay?" Olivia asked.
                "I don't know," I said.  "I'm worried about them, too."
                Afraid I'd overheat my AR15, I dropped it on the floorboards and pulled Olivia's.  We were more than halfway to the highway, and the zombies weren't as thick thanks mostly to the tractors.  Ralph was actually shooting more to our left rear to help out the guys on the ground.
                "They're falling back," Ralph cried.
                It took me a second to realize what he meant.  The zombies were still charging.  The ground troops were starting to move back onto the bridge.  A moment later we turned onto the service road.
                Once the tractors turned around, the convoy was on its own.  I saw Jake's Trailblazer plowing through them, his cowcatcher push them off to the side.  Still, it was everything they could do to fight off the zombies pressing in from the sides.  The guys inside cabs had doors and windows to protect them.  Everyone in the back of the pickup and us in the jeep were exposed.
                Our progress slowed to a crawl.  I ran out of ammo just as two walkers reached me.  They looked like bloody and battered farmers with wild eyes.  Butt-stroking one away, I kicked the other in the chest.  That gave me just enough breathing room to change magazines.
                Olivia started weaving back and forth across the road to avoid them.  It was everything Ralph and I could do to keep them at bay.  And then we suddenly sped up and veered to the