“Ready?,” Damon asked, voice trembling with fear.
Zoe squeezed his hand, “Let’s get outa here.”
His face grim, Damon slammed the modified Stutz into gear and floored the accelerator.
Instinctively, they ducked in unison as the car broke past the gates then plowed into the mob of slow-moving corpses. Nauseating fetor assaulted their nostrils as decaying bodies were impaled by the spiked cow catchers and the wheels’ spinning blades.
“We did it!” Damon let out a deafening howl of relief.
His laughter trailed off at the blank expression in Zoe’s eyes.
She opened her mouth then lunged at him.
© 2013 K.Z. Morano