A faint breathless voice, “the crazy people are in the building. Their biting people!”
“What?” The sound of something hitting the microphone, then the station went dead.
“Great, just great.” Chloe muttered, her eyes on the shambling people. The one had managed to get to his feet and was again making his way toward Luke and the tipped truck. Luke seemed unaware as he continued to try and break the windshield. “Damn it.” Pushing open the door, she braced herself and jumped down. Pain seared up her leg as her bad ankle ht the ground. Sucking in a breath she hobble, ran toward the truck.
Luke looked up as she approached, “What the hell?”
“Here.” She handed him the tire iron. “Hurry it up we’ve got company and I don’t think they want to help.”
Luke looked over his shoulder, “Again what the hell?”
“I don’t know exactly, but don’t let them bite you.”
Luke’s eyes grew wide and he glanced at the poor guy in the truck. Up close she could see the his movement were slowing, growing sluggish.
“Get him out of there. I’ll watch your back.”
After giving her a skeptical look, he turned back to the windshield delivering a solid crack. The windshield spiderwebbed and fell out. “Should’ve brought this to begin with.” Luke handed the tire iron back to Chloe and squated down looking inside. “Sir, can you unbuckle your seatbelt and climb out?”
A thump caused Chloe to turn, from across the street a teen in pink Hello Kitty pajamas stumbled down the steps of a house. “You really need to hurry up, I don’t want to have to start round house kicking sick people.”
“Can you even get your leg that high?”
Chloe glared at him, “Short jokes, now.”
He shrugged, not looking at her. “Sir?”
As the first two people drew closer, Chloe readied herself to try and keep them at bay. The rev of a motor reached her ears and then a pop, the man who’d fallen earlier dropped followed seconds later by his pajama clad partner. A army issued Hummer rolled to a stop next to the truck.
A big bald guy shoved his head out of the window, “You guys shouldn’t be out here.”
Luke stood, “We were headed home, but stopped to help this couple out.”
The military guy looked at the tipped over truck, leaned back inside and spoke to someone they couldn’t see. A moment later he stepped out of the vehicle, “we’ll take it from here. You folks ok, not bit or anything?”
Chloe and Luke looked at each other, then back to the guy. “We’re fine. She just sprained her ankle on some ice.”
The guy nodded, then gestured toward the tractor trailer. “Then get home and stay there.”
Luke wrapped an arm around her shoulders and helped her back to the rig. Chloe bit her lip and let Luke lift her into the cab, before jogging around and climbing into the driver's seat. At the truck several men stood around the cab with some wicked looking guns. The teen stumbled into view and one of them causally raised the gun and pop, the girl dropped.
Chloe gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth, as they pulled away she asked, “Do you think they killed those people?”
“Yeah, I do. Something is seriously messed up.”
Author's Note: Unedited Version