Harrisville: A Short Story

In Harrisville, where the felons had raided the gun shop, they stopped to shoot half a dozen dead who blocked the intersection at the village's only traffic light. The goons began filtering onto the road from between the houses. Impatiently, Trey pointed back at the soldiers who didn't know that they were being surrounded. Illion had the good sense to initially order only those with suppressors to fire. A small voice began whispering in Trey's ear that it was time to go. He banged on the hood getting Joker's attention, "We got to go"!

Trey spared at glance behind them when clambered aboard the truck. Nobody was looking in their direction. "Reverse" he instructed the driver. The thief shift into reverse and punched the gas while beeping the horn. Illion jumped out of the way to keep from getting hit and the bumper flattened three flesh eaters, who were closing in on a panicked trooper reloading. "Time to go LT" the bank robber yelled over the gun shots of the rifles without supressors who had joined the fray. Trey continued to fire from his window, giving the soldiers time to mount up. Joker watched his

The dead man that walked into the front fender flew into pieces, spraying decayed flesh and black bile onto the hood and windscreen and crumpling the fender. The dead were out of sight before Trey had Joker make a left turn to continue south. That was when he realized they were short one vehicle. Knowing they couldn't wait long, he dismounted and walked toward the road. The lost truck limped up the road, also making the turn accompanied by the sound of rubber rubbing metal. The ruminants of the fender were pushing hard against the tire. There weren't any volunteers to grab the zombie coated metal to try and bend it. Joker saved the day with a piece of old pipe he'd found long ago. Using it as a lever the soldiers bent the metal away from the