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community would hold up in a situation like this, but she couldn’t be choosy. Right about now, she was counting her blessings that she wasn’t alone. Having a goal is better than just walking around aimlessly, especially in a time like this, she thought.
     
    “Come on, Margie, we need to move,” Kara said worriedly.
     
    Margie trudged on with the rest of them, moving at a slow and steady pace between the cars. They tried not to disturb the dead that were banging on the windows, trying to get at the people inside.
     
    “They’re plenty distracted. We just have to keep cool and we should be alright”, Paulie said quietly.
     
    Everyone took special caution to watch for bodies that were crawling around under the cars. If the smell was any indicator, the dead have been here for at least a few hours, and given the circumstances, these legless bodies are more dangerous.
     
    You can’t hear them.
     
    Mr. Fontaine led the group through several more rows of cars. They stopped when they heard banging coming from inside one of the cars and a muffled voice.
     
    “Please, please, get me out! I can help you, please!” The voice came from a young woman who was obviously struggling with something in her car.
     
    “Oh my God, I’ll help you miss, we won’t..”, Kara interrupted Tommy.
     
    “What the fuck did you do that for?! Can’t you see she needs us!?” Tommy started to raise his voice and Paulie covered Tommy’s mouth with his hand.
     
    “Dude, come on! This isn’t the best time!”, Paulie said in a hurried whisper.
     
    The group froze for a second. They suddenly became aware of dozens, if not hundreds, more people trapped in their cars, banging the windows and begging for help. It was mostly in vain as the banging only served to attract more undead to them.
     
    “Look”, Kara said, motioning to the woman’s arms.
     
    It was hard to see past her wide open blue eyes. Her blonde hair was a mess and her clothes were torn.
     
    “Oh shit…”, Paulie said.
     
    Tommy grew silent. “L-let’s just go, I’ve seen enough”.
     
    In the car with the woman was a baby wiggling around on the floor, the baby’s mouth had blood pouring out, it almost looked happy. The young blonde mother’s leg was covered in small, but deep bite marks. Her wide eyes not only showed fear, but knowledge of what the infection does to it’s victims. It was only a matter of time.
     
    She became aggressive.
     
    “PLEASE! LET ME THE FUCK OUT! PLEASE HELP ME, HELP MY BABY! YOU CAN’T LEAVE US LIKE THIS!”
     
    A few of the undead turned towards the noise.
     
    “Oh shit, shit shit.”, Paulie said in a normal voice.
     
    Margie held out her gun and shifted from target to target. They began to limp towards the group. Mr. Fontaine smashed the infected mother’s window with his pipe.
     
    A loud crash was the desired result.
     
    “Perfect, let’s go , LET’S GO!!” Mr. Fontaine hoped his plan would work.
     
    “NO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! NO, DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!”
     
    The undead turned away from the fleeing group and began to make their way towards the louder source of noise.
     
    Marge saw Mr. Fontaine biting his lip. He regretted his choice, but when it came to preserving his and the groups’ lives, he had to be ruthless sometimes.
     
    “I’m sorry.” He said under his breath. Margie was the only one who heard it.
     
    The group heard the infected mother screaming as her flesh was torn away from her body.
     
    They tuned it out as best they could. Tommy was most shaken by it. He froze in his tracks and turned around. There were still a few undead in pursuit of the group.
     
    “Tommy, let’s go! What’s the matter with you!”, Kara pulled at him. He turned around and followed, lagging behind.
     
    “Just a few more miles and we’re golden”, Paulie said with confidence.
     
    The screams stopped.
     
    The shuffling of more ghouls urged the group to proceed a little faster. Mr. Fontaine went on