Resurgence: Green Fields book 5 by Adrienne Lecter

at me whenever I made too sudden a move.
    It was only when I passed the third door that I got an idea. When I was close to the next, I fumbled for the doorknob, but although it turned, the door wouldn’t open. Biting my lips to keep from cursing, I gave it a sharp twist, hoping that the combination of a cheap lock and an even cheaper door would turn out in my favor—but it didn’t. Then I heard another groan from right behind my shoulder, making me realize that they’d cornered me. Fear gave me strength—or made me plain stupid—and I slammed my shoulder into the door, the resulting crash loud enough to turn heads all over the lot. But the door gave, a small triumph. Staggering inside, I whipped around and pressed myself against the wall next to the entry. The two zombies came after me, howling—but were too slow as I pushed myself right past them and wrenched the door shut as soon as I was through. Then all I could do was to stay completely still, and wait.
    It only took the zombies a few moments to batter down the flimsy wood, but by then several others had arrived from the lot. Because of the nice crashing and howling going on, they ignored the useless piece of meat right next to the commotion—me. I didn’t push my luck but instead started sneaking away slowly, moving in what I hoped was a continuous enough motion to seem uninteresting. As soon as I was sure that none of them were aware of me, I hastened my steps, until I was almost walking by the time I was parallel to the car. There was still no sight of Nate so I decided to just chance it, and ran the last remaining yards across the open ground. And because I was already panting heavily enough to bring the entire apocalypse down on me, I didn’t hesitate as I eased open the door and crept inside, closing it as silently as possible behind me.
    The interior of the car stank almost as bad as the zombies outside, but I did my best to ignore it. Nate clearly had had other things on his mind than to deep-clean the seats, and it didn’t matter now. Looking all around me, I tried to gauge if any of the zombies had turned their attention to the car. A few were looking straight at it, but my maneuver with the room door turned out to be a blessing rather than a curse as the small tangle of zombies over there were much more interesting than this hunk of metal. Then my eyes fell on the road, and swallowing got a lot harder. Even with my enhanced nocturnal vision it was hard to make out anything that was farther away than three hundred yards, but I didn’t need to focus to judge that there were well over several hundred zombies coming our way. That crawling sensation in my mind was much stronger now, and it only took me a few seconds to find the two zombies it came from. And beyond them I could feel several more “pings” on the landscape of what I shouldn’t have been able to track.
    I had no way of being sure, of course, but I had a certain feeling that we’d found the streak from Harristown again. Or rather, they’d found us.
    Nate climbing into the passenger seat scared the shit out of me, but I tried to hash over the fact that he’d surprised me by reaching for the belt harness to buckle myself in. My heart should have been racing, but it felt sluggish rather than as if it were galloping, making my heavy breathing feel all the more at odds.  
    “You okay?” he whispered, giving me a concerned look.
    I nodded, not bothering with an explanation. When I reached for the wheel, the moonlight hit my lower arm, the scratches dark against my pale skin. Nate made as if to grab my arm, but I shook my head. “Just a scratch.” That sentence almost made me laugh. Guess we would soon know whether I was immune to them now, or not.
    Nate seemed to agree with that because his focus switched right from me to the oncoming horde. “That doesn’t look good.”
    “Nope.”
    “Any ideas?”
    I shrugged, trying to get comfortable. “I don’t think that it matters. Whatever