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in the street. I push forward enough to be able to look inside the alley, and my head begins to spin when I see that the alley is completely full of the undead bastards. Then there's the mass of undead not yet in the alley on the other side. There seems to be no end to the rotten bastards.  
    This isn't going to work!
    My brain feels as if it's unable to function anymore, it's definitely not coming up with anything good as fast as I need it to, but then it finally does comes through for me once again – and just in time.
    "Eric, Amy, and Vicki – in the truck. Now!" I scream at them.
    Vicki immediately runs to the truck, but Eric and Amy waste time – time we don't have – arguing with me about leaving their friend in the car.
    "Go now or die !" I'm done arguing with them. I tell Nick to go now too, then I follow. As I settle behind the steering wheel and start the truck, I watch as Amy and Eric finally make their choice and race to the truck. When they get in and slam the door, I put the truck in gear, jump the curb and pull the truck right up against the passenger side of the car.  
    I can finally see the woman inside. Fiona is terrified, her mouth wide open with screams that none of us can hear. I share some of her fear, knowing what she must be feeling – thinking we had abandoned her to be killed in the most horrible of ways.
    I push every emotion aside and focus on what I need to do. I roll the back passenger window down and order Eric and Nick to bust the other car's window. Once they do, they help the woman inside our truck.
    I'll be honest, I don't really want to take her with us. How do I know that she only has a gunshot wound? How do I know it isn't a zombie bite? Why should I trust these people?  
    I don't have time to look her over now, but how can I just leave her here to die if she really hasn't been bit?
    I meet Nick's eyes in the rearview mirror and he gives me a quick nod, his expression serious. I look back and see his gun sitting next to his right leg, ready to shoot if need be, then I hear him demand her to show him where she'd been shot. She pulls her blood-covered shirt off of her right shoulder and we both can clearly see that it is indeed a gunshot wound.
    Nick leans over the front seat, close to my ear and whispers that all of them need to be checked as soon as possible, and that we should do so from now on with anyone new. I nod and focus back on the zombies who are more determined than ever to get inside.  
    The truck is surrounded by the undead, several zombie-layers thick with more on their way. There's no way I can push through them without damaging the truck. Throwing the truck in park, I mentally choose the ones who will be fighting with me, and who will be staying in the truck.
    “ Amy, get up here and when I tell you, start driving. Nick and Eric, up top with me.” As I climb over the back of the front seat, I lean close to Vicki and hand her one of my handguns. In a much lower voice I tell her, “Watch Fiona. With the blood she's lost, she could still die. Kill her if you have to.”  
    Vicki's eyes widen, but then narrow, just before she nods her head. She helps me move Fiona to the very back so that I can get into the storage under the seat. I pick up a box of the grenades and hand them up through the hatch to Nick and Eric, then I grab a second box and pray to God that the two boxes will be enough, because that's all we've got.
    The guys help me up to the top, then sit back and wait while I take a few moments to look around. The undead are crowding the street, and much more are headed our way. I close my eyes tight and suck in a deep breath, praying we can get through this alive.
    Ask me what I think our odds are, and I'd most likely tell you to get bent.
    I feel the fight and survive mentality stealing over me – and the adrenaline that comes with it – so that when I open my eyes, I hear Nick and Eric suck in their own breaths.
    I can imagine what they see. Expecting an