Fatality

They came from all sides and there must have been at least a hundred of them. Best I can figure they were all the people who turned while they were driving down the highway. As soon as we saw them we started running back to the truck. Grant and I got to the truck and jumped in when we realized that Keith had tripped on something and was on the ground with the whole crowd closing in on him. We grabbed the guns and loaded them as quick as we could. Don't know why we didn't load them before we left. "Yeah, I've had plenty of experience with unloaded shotguns," I interrupted looking at my arm. "Looks like it," Alex said before continuing. "We got the guns loaded and I yelled for Keith to drop back to the ground. He had started to fight his way to his feet. He dropped down into a little ball and we let loose. They were so close together it only took about 5 shots or so from each of us before Keith was clear enough that he could get up and hobble over to us. He was pretty banged up at that point but nothing that seemed too God awful. Grant handed him a pistol and helped him get back to the truck. I did my best to cover them. Then something, I have no idea what, blasted out of the woods like a damn train and ran straight into both of them. Keith got knocked into the truck and I guess it caught Grant cause a second later it was pickin him up and slammin him into the ground I ran over to him as quick as I could and blasted the bastard twice straight in the back of the head. I had to help Grant struggle to his feet the damned thing had knocked all the air out of him. I tried to shoot a few more of the people but I couldn't aim the shotgun for shit with Grant leaning on me. I grabbed the second pistol he was carrying and managed to keep them back long enough for Grant to catch his breath. I looked back at the truck and saw that Keith had managed to get in and was trying to get it back on the road. Grant and I made our way over and barely managed to climb into the bed when some sort of rope shot out of the woods and wrapped around me. It started to pull me out of the truck but luckily Grant was able to cut it with a hatchet he had. He yelled for Keith to get going while he pulled me back onto the truck. Keith hit the gas and we fell back into the tailgate. Thank God it didn't pop open or we'd be dead right now. We sped off down the road with at least 20 of those things still chasing us and they didn't stop chasing us. We just kept going until we couldn't see them anymore. "Ok ok, you fought off zombies but how did Keith die? Get to the point old man," John demanded clearly frustrated. "I'm just about to," Alex explained. "Ok so we just got far enough away from those things when Keith pulled over and said he didn't feel good. Didn't know what was wrong he just said he was cramping all over and his mouth was dry. I looked him over and he was covering in cuts but nothing too serious. Then I noticed that all of his cuts weren't bleeding. It hadn't been more than 15 minutes but all of the cuts were dry and cracking. Not scabbing over just like he had run out of blood somehow. I didn't know what to do I've never really been that good with first aid and I don't think anybody had seen anything like this. I looked through the first aid kit and all I found that I thought might be helpful was a few syringes of adrenaline. I figured it would at least help prevent him from going into shock. Grant said we needed to try to find somebody to help so we put him in the back of the truck and Grant sat with him and I started driving. Grant called to me through the back window said Keith was starting to seize. A few seconds later I heard a scream and Keith was attacking Grant. I pulled the truck over and Keith managed to throw Keith out of the truck. He fell to the ground but got back up quick as flash and started running back towards us. His eyes were glowing with and eerie greenish-yellow color. I knew what had happened. I pulled out my pistol and put one right through his head. He dropped to the ground in sickening lump. Grant vomited at the sight. I told him my guess is that the crowd of people must have been his first encounter with the virus and he wasn't immune like we had thought. After that we took a minute to rest. Buried the body and started driving. Picked up Elizabeth this morning like a said and we showed up hear. And that's the whole story.

"God dammit," John said as he slumped back on the couch covering his face with his hands.