Burt and
Riley headed to
the Hospital in their newly-armored truck
Burt had worked tirelessly on for months. Unable to pass the 10 MPG threshold he was shooting for, Burt frowned at the fuel gauge. "Remind me to look into a hybrid next time."
Riley shook her head but kept her eyes on the road. "One more block up. Can you see anything?"
"No, but i can hear something." Burt pointed upward, through the front slats. "Look, the
Pelican!"
Leaning forward, Riley squinted. "What's that hanging off of it?"
Before Burt could reply, the large object that had clung to the chopper began to free-fall. Its descent was too fast for Burt to react, and the giant mass fell directly onto the hood of Burt's once-pristine armored truck--stopping it dead in its tracks. The whiplash was enough to leave both of them dazed for a few seconds.
"Dammit!" Burt managed to cough out.
Riley did her best to hold back a scream but failed to do so. "What the hell? Are Behemoths just falling from the sky?"
Burt's face darked and reddened at the same time. "My truck. My
brand-new truck!" he yelled, punctuating each syllable with a enormous croak from the horn on the stearing wheel.
Hearing a distant hoard assembling from just outside the Hospital's entrance, Riley tried to grab Burt's arm. "Burt, stop! You're attracting more of those things!" she pleaded.
"They're dead! They're all dead!"
Burt slammed his foot on the gas pedal and swerved the truck along one of the buildings. The dead behemoth's leg caught on an already broken lamp post and hurled the giant beast off the hood. Flooring it, Burt gritted his teeth with more malice than Riley had ever seen. "Dead," he kept hissing, as he headed straight for the on-coming crowd of zombies.
Complete with barbed wire, spikes, and bumpers, the truck was a deadly machine when coupled with speed. Burt struck the first group in manic rage, liquifying and running down the two dozen normals within a few seconds. "Dead!"
He then flipped a switch on the dashboard and continued onto the next, larger group. Below the truck's frame, ardent fire errupted along the vents of a pair of metal pipes that ran along both sides. The fire, consumed those that had not met the front end of the truck or were trampled underneath the reinforced wheels. "You're all dead!"
Riley wanted to roll her eyes, but found the entire scene rather fitting. Burt had hyped his truck up so much that she was sure if he had not been able to use it today, he would have sought out a hoard of zombies just to take an advanced test drive. When the corner of Burt's mouth curled into a smile, Riley knew it wasn't a sinister one. It was the grin of a boy finally being told that it was playtime and he could go outside.
And Burt was enjoying the hell out of it.
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