sound but knowing one blast wouldn’t do much good.
Suddenly, a flesh-eater launched itself up from the hole in the passenger side and managed to grab Purnell’s foot, yanking him to the side with great force, which smashed the back of Purnell’s head into the driver’s-side window. Stunned, he wheeled the shotgun around and fired in a panic.
But at the last moment, the flesh-eater had jerked Purnell’s leg to the side, trying to get a better grip to drag him under. This had the effect of pulling his leg directly into the shot pattern as it left the barrel, the blast instantly shredding his boot, pant leg, and flesh, all the way to the bone.
“
Gaaaaah!”
Purnell screamed, his face contorted in pain. “Fuck!”
Emboldened by this, the flesh-eater, who only received a couple of shot pellets in the cheek, immediately sank his teeth into Purnell’s exposed, blood-soaked calf.
“
Aaaaahhh…
” This time, Purnell’s cry tapered off to a whimper, his teeth gritting in agony. “
Shiiit
.”
With great difficulty, he primed the shotgun, placed the barrel against the flesh-eater’s forehead as it gnawed on his calf, and pulled the trigger. As the flesh-eater instantly fell away, the patrol car began to quake again.
“Oh, God,” whimpered Purnell, who grabbed for the nearest seat belt.
A few seconds later, the entire vehicle was jerked skyward by a large collection of flesh-eaters and rolled over first onto its side, then onto its roof, dog and man going flying. It finally crashed down on asphalt and flesh-eater alike, the roof lights exploding in a hail of plastic and glass. With the floorboards suddenly facing skyward, the flesh-eaters momentarily fell away to regroup and remember that their creatures inside were still accessible, just from above now instead of below.
Inside the car, Purnell was lying in a fetal position on the ceiling of his own car and turned to see Bones, who was already back on his feet after being knocked over. The dog’s eyes met his through the prisoner partition cage, and Purnell just shook his head.
“This is that opening, dickhead,” Purnell grunted, indicating the ripped-out floorboards. “Get out of here.”
Bones was up and out of the hole before Purnell even finished his sentence. Once atop the overturned patrol car, Bones looked back towards the damaged paddy wagon, seeing the literally hundreds of flesh-eaters working to knock the wagon on its side as well. They finally managed to get it high enough off one side’s tires and then: WHAM!!
As soon as the paddy wagon smashed down on its side, the flesh-eaters began tearing apart its undercarriage. The few flesh-eaters that had been climbing on top of the overturned patrol car were momentarily distracted by the activity at the paddy wagon and Bones looked away to the nearby woods. He was about to race away when:
“Bones!”
Bones’s ears pricked up as he heard his name coming from inside the overturned paddy wagon. Over the din of the flesh-eaters, Bones could hear a loud, metallic banging coming from within the wagon. Then, a second:
“Bones!”
The shepherd launched himself off the patrol car, landing in the middle of the flesh-eaters. He quickly raced around to the back of the paddy wagon, slipping through the legs of the flesh-eaters so quickly they didn’t have time to make a grab for him.
When Bones reached the paddy wagon, he saw that the twin doors in back had bowed outwards when it was slammed to the ground, cracking them off their hinges. From inside, Mr. Arthur was trying to kick the doors off or at least bend them enough so that he, Jesse, Ryan, and what appeared to be an additional SWAT team member lucky enough not to have been in the cab could get out. The officer looked like he had taken a pretty bad fall when the truck toppled and was currently too out of it to be of any use to Mr. Arthur.
As Mr. Arthur kicked at the doors, a flesh-eater launched itself at him through the narrow space he’d been
Suddenly, a flesh-eater launched itself up from the hole in the passenger side and managed to grab Purnell’s foot, yanking him to the side with great force, which smashed the back of Purnell’s head into the driver’s-side window. Stunned, he wheeled the shotgun around and fired in a panic.
But at the last moment, the flesh-eater had jerked Purnell’s leg to the side, trying to get a better grip to drag him under. This had the effect of pulling his leg directly into the shot pattern as it left the barrel, the blast instantly shredding his boot, pant leg, and flesh, all the way to the bone.
“
Gaaaaah!”
Purnell screamed, his face contorted in pain. “Fuck!”
Emboldened by this, the flesh-eater, who only received a couple of shot pellets in the cheek, immediately sank his teeth into Purnell’s exposed, blood-soaked calf.
“
Aaaaahhh…
” This time, Purnell’s cry tapered off to a whimper, his teeth gritting in agony. “
Shiiit
.”
With great difficulty, he primed the shotgun, placed the barrel against the flesh-eater’s forehead as it gnawed on his calf, and pulled the trigger. As the flesh-eater instantly fell away, the patrol car began to quake again.
“Oh, God,” whimpered Purnell, who grabbed for the nearest seat belt.
A few seconds later, the entire vehicle was jerked skyward by a large collection of flesh-eaters and rolled over first onto its side, then onto its roof, dog and man going flying. It finally crashed down on asphalt and flesh-eater alike, the roof lights exploding in a hail of plastic and glass. With the floorboards suddenly facing skyward, the flesh-eaters momentarily fell away to regroup and remember that their creatures inside were still accessible, just from above now instead of below.
Inside the car, Purnell was lying in a fetal position on the ceiling of his own car and turned to see Bones, who was already back on his feet after being knocked over. The dog’s eyes met his through the prisoner partition cage, and Purnell just shook his head.
“This is that opening, dickhead,” Purnell grunted, indicating the ripped-out floorboards. “Get out of here.”
Bones was up and out of the hole before Purnell even finished his sentence. Once atop the overturned patrol car, Bones looked back towards the damaged paddy wagon, seeing the literally hundreds of flesh-eaters working to knock the wagon on its side as well. They finally managed to get it high enough off one side’s tires and then: WHAM!!
As soon as the paddy wagon smashed down on its side, the flesh-eaters began tearing apart its undercarriage. The few flesh-eaters that had been climbing on top of the overturned patrol car were momentarily distracted by the activity at the paddy wagon and Bones looked away to the nearby woods. He was about to race away when:
“Bones!”
Bones’s ears pricked up as he heard his name coming from inside the overturned paddy wagon. Over the din of the flesh-eaters, Bones could hear a loud, metallic banging coming from within the wagon. Then, a second:
“Bones!”
The shepherd launched himself off the patrol car, landing in the middle of the flesh-eaters. He quickly raced around to the back of the paddy wagon, slipping through the legs of the flesh-eaters so quickly they didn’t have time to make a grab for him.
When Bones reached the paddy wagon, he saw that the twin doors in back had bowed outwards when it was slammed to the ground, cracking them off their hinges. From inside, Mr. Arthur was trying to kick the doors off or at least bend them enough so that he, Jesse, Ryan, and what appeared to be an additional SWAT team member lucky enough not to have been in the cab could get out. The officer looked like he had taken a pretty bad fall when the truck toppled and was currently too out of it to be of any use to Mr. Arthur.
As Mr. Arthur kicked at the doors, a flesh-eater launched itself at him through the narrow space he’d been
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