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the other two.  Howard pulled out his gun but I shook my head at him.  It had no silencer.  He looked at it then back at me and returned to the tow truck, to get one.
         Mason suddenly dropped behind the fender of the semi.  I dropped too...seemed like a good idea at the time.  Randy, and Howard did the same, followed closely by Flynn.  I had no idea what was going on until the scuffling noise.  Fitting the arrow into the bow,  I waited, my heart trying to beat itself out of my chest.  Two more staggered into view and we waited til they saw us and started our direction before Mason took them out too.  Then I heard it...a scrape, thump, thump, scrape, thump, thump.
         I kept turning my head trying to get a good signal on where it was.  I racked my brain of all the sounds that could be similar but nothing came to mind. 
         What the hell is that? I thought.
         I was trying to figure it out.  Wait a minute, I think it's heading this direction.  From behind us maybe?
         We looked behind us, nothing.  Mason looked over the hood of the truck.  Nothing, but the sound was getting closer.  We were still standing there frowning when I noticed Lacy waving wildly from the RV.
          It's under the trailer, crawling, sort of.  Under the trailer. Lacy thought at me .
         Ken and Mason must of heard because everyone except Howard crouched down just as the 'thing' grabbed my ankle, yanking me down on the pavement.  Lacy screamed but all I could think was yuk, gross, get it off, get it off!!  I kicked wildly at it as I crab walked backwards.  It continued to slither, slide, thump at me, the lower half of its body gone.  Intestines slithered behind it leaving a slimy trail.  The thumping sound we heard was from its head hitting the pavement as it used its arms to raise it up to pull itself forward.  I don't know what its sex was.  I didn't care.  It was coming after me, its tongue dripping... something.  Suddenly, it's head exploded all over me and my new clothes.  My stomach heaved and I tasted bile while I fought down the panic attack that threatened me.  Mason helped me up but my legs weren't listening to my brain and he nearly had to carry me to the RV.  Then I balked.  "If I run now I'll never be able to do this again.  I have to get back on the horse.  Please."  He rubbed my cold arms and stared at me trying to read my mind which had seemed to shut down.  Finally, he nodded and we staggered back to the semi where I picked up my bow and strung another arrow, shaking like crazy.  Ken and Howard tried to clean some of the gunk off with baby wipes, while I tried to ignore them.
         "OK, brat, weapon up and we'll see how many more of these things we can kill."
         "Sounds good to me."  I said as I glanced down at the thing and gave it a wide berth. 
         The four of us cautiously worked our way to the truck stop entrance.  We spotted a fuel truck and when Howard started towards it, Riley tapped him on the shoulder then headed that way.  Joe joined us and I saw Clint hurry over to Riley to cover him.  We stood at the entrance trying to see inside.  This is where I usually get nervous and after the encounter in the parking lot, I was shaking like a junkie.  We put on our goggles and gently pulled the door open, sneaking in, one at a time.  Standing to one side of the door we scanned the area.  I detected movement in the back but so did the others and we slowly made our way that direction.
         I noticed a lot of food on the shelves, which meant no one alive had come this way in a while. That meant there were more walking dead than the other kind.  I grabbed a Three Musketeers, unwrapped it and grinned big at Mason as we slowly made our way to the back of the building.  We must've spent an hour in there checking to make sure it was clear, it was a big place but in the end we managed to secure the mechanics bay, shut the door, lock it