Day 2 Part 3
“Ohmygod, is he ok?” Karen asked us.
“He looks pretty far from ok, Karen.” I said
“Are you ok?!” she called aloud; the man looked up at Karen’s call, and quickened his step. His bloody hands outstretched, he staggered toward us and uttered a low growl.
“Karen, get in the car,” Eric said, and rushed into the driver’s seat. This time, Karen complied and I jumped in the vehicle as well. Our tires spun as we raced away from the scene, in time to see a woman shamble out of the house behind the injured man. As we drove off, I was shaking with fear. The older couple, maybe they were infected or crazy, like the guy at the party. But that little girl…she was dead…and not because of Eric’s inattentive driving. But if she was dead…how did she try to bite my hand off?
Eric was still flying down the road when we reached Casey’s; he had to lock the brakes up to stop in time. He turned to me, “I’m keeping it running. Hell, I’m not even putting it in park. Get in there, get her and get back out here before more of those…things…show up.”
“Got it, I’ll be right out.” I left the truck and beat a quick jog to her front door. I hit the bell and immediately began banging on the door, all the time looking left and right like a paranoid psycho. I caught some movement from one of the window blinds, then the door swung open.
“Oh, it’s you. Hey, what took-“
“No time, let’s go,” I cut her off and grabbed her wrist, half leading half dragging her to Eric’s truck. I got in with the quickness; Eric was speeding away before Casey had even closed the door. Once we were in motion again, I uttered a small sigh of relief.
We filled Casey in on what had just happened as she directed us to Rachel’s. The four of us all came to the same conclusion: whatever had infected Chelsea’s dad at the party last night was spreading, and fast. We just had to hope that Connor and his military friends had a solution…
