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ya!”, Paul said.
     
    “Well, it was in my dad’s office. I’ve never shot one of these things before.”
     
    “It can’t be that hard. Just point and shoot. Pow, pow, pow!” Kara said jokingly.
     
    Paul brought up his wrench. “It’s more like, whack, whack, whack, with me, right guys? Right?”
     
    Margie smiled at Paul’s attempt. Kara smacked the back of his head.
     
    “Ew! You’re gross! I’ll let that slide though, Paul”, Kara laughed at him. The ride seemed to be a little less tense afterward.
     
    “Well, I’m glad you kids are feeling better. How are you hanging in there, son?” Mr. Fontaine looked over at Tommy for a second. His silence made everyone a little bit on edge again.
     
    “How do I feel? God has left us. He hates us. He didn’t take us with him because we sinned, dad. We made God angry!” Tommy punched the window in rage. He began to bob his head up and down and muttering words to himself.
     
    Mr. Fontaine shook his head in sadness. He slammed the brakes as hard as he could. Everyone jerked forward and then back. Paul’s wrench hit the floor with a heavy thud.
     
    Margie’s mouth opened and she froze in terror. The scene was terrible.
     
    There, on the highway, were cars stopped in an eternal traffic jam. Some of them were still honking. Many of them were dented and left open.
     
    “Oh my God”, Kara said to herself
     
    “Shit, shit, shit!” Paul was getting nervous. He bent down and grabbed the wrench.
     
    Margie held the gun tight.
     
    Many of the cars were smeared with blood and had broken windows. In some cars, limbs were sticking out of them with some meat still attached to the bone. There were dozens, if not more, walking dead limping around the cars. The stopped traffic provided a near endless feast to the ghouls. The group saw a ghoul smash a car window and force it’s upper body inside. The screams of the couple inside rang in everybody’s ears. They all shook when they heard the scream get louder, almost certain she was being eaten alive.
     
    “Canned food”, Paul said.
     
    Kara slapped him upside the head again.
     
    “We need to move, fast. We’re not gonna become like one of them.” Mr. Fontaine’s voice carried much urgency. Slowly, everyone got out of the car. They were standing on the highway and looking at the near endless line of cars and the horde of undead limping around trying to get at their next meal.
     
    “Where are we going?”, Kara asked.
     
    “Anywhere but here!”, Margie instantly replied.
     
    “Just like your father, aren’t you? You know how to use that thing, Margie?”
     
    “Yes, Mr. Fontaine. Just point and, pow, pow, pow. Right, Kara?”
     
    “Yes! Just like that”, Kara smiled.
     
    Margie felt a little safer in her group. Kara stood behind Margie and Paul. Mr. Fontaine reached under his seat and pulled out a lead pipe.
     
    “Dad?”, Tommy asked.
     
    “What?! You know how many times this thing’s saved my bacon, son? Now let’s go. We need to get to wherever we can that’s away from here.”
     
    “A few exits down is the Happy Oak gated community! We could check that out!”, Paul seemed excited at this.
     
    “Good idea, Paulie. We have a destination, now we need a path. Everyone, stay close and look after each other.” Mr. Fontaine held the pipe out slightly, looking ready as ever, the group walked slowly between the cars. The highway was very high up above the ground, with little space to move around. Between the cars seemed best.
     
    Margie seemed to be the only one who bothered to look off into the horizon, all she could see were destroyed cars, people trying to hide inside of them, people trying to get out of wrecked cars filling with smoke, smoke off in the horizon, corpses on the floor mangled, bones popping out of them, and more importantly, several of the walking dead milling around. They were trying to get at the delicious canned food on stalled wheels.
     
    Margie wondered how a gated