Tucker was stepping back away from the wreck; he wanted us to ram our way through. I looked back and I saw Billy and Elaine and Mr. Caulfield, they were shooting out of the windows. Lucy was crying and I couldn’t understand what Mom was saying so I lowered my window and pulling the charging handle back on the GSG I started firing too. The crazies swarmed from both sides of the road, a few would drop from our firing but not many and usually they just got up again. There were probably a hundred or so, suddenly we were all thrown forward as the SUV hit the car. There was a shattering of glass and squealing of metal, the wreck responded and spinning sideways it rolled down the hillside. We came to a stop and Old Man Tucker ran towards us. I looked out the back and I could see the other SUV had come to a stop behind us. They were covered with crazies. “OH MY GOD!” Mom screamed. I could hear Billy’s pop, pop, pop of his .22, followed by the heavier bang of Elaine’s rifle and the echoing explosion of Mr. Caulfield’s shotgun.
Old Man Tucker opened the door but didn’t get in.
“Shoot at the ones on the outside, don’t hit our people!” he yelled.
There was screaming coming from the other SUV.
“It’s not enough, it’s just not enough!” Old Man Tucker said.
He then yelled at Mom,
“Throw it in reverse, see if you can knock some of them down!”
He shoved a stripper clip full of bullets into the Moisan and chambered one. He started walking towards the crowd raising the rifle to look through the scope and he fired. Mom yelled
“Get down kids!”
She looked over her right shoulder and we started backing up towards the crazies. I grabbed Lucy and pulled her down to the bench seat.
“Hold on tight Lucy” I whispered to her. She said the same thing to Ronald Bear.
The impact was not as bad as the one when we hit the car just a few moments before but it was a whole lot more icky. I could hear the loud snap of bones breaking and snarls and screams of pain and outrage of the crazies that were sent flying and crushed both beneath and between the two Toyotas. Suddenly there was a banging on the hood of our car. It was Old Man Tucker he yelled to Mom to drive and wait on the East entrance ramp. He tossed the rifle in through the passenger window and pulled both of those old Colt revolvers. He walked towards the mass of crazies. The explosions were deafening and Lucy held her hands over her ears Mom was crying but she put the car in drive and pulled away towards the overpass. I sat on my knees and looked out the back; Old Man Tucker was walking towards where Mrs. Driscol would be in the driver’s seat. He fired one revolver then the other, over and again. He reached in and undid the car lock, one of the crazies grabbed him and he spun smashing it in the head with one of the revolvers. Then he backed into the driver’s seat pushing Mrs. Driscol inside. I could still hear Billy firing but he was the only one. The other SUV jumped forward when Old Man Tucker put it in gear and they started towards us.
“He’s got them Mom!” I yelled, “Go!”
Mom went down the ramp and accelerated as fast as the SUV was able and seconds later a blood splattered version followed us.
After five minutes or so I noticed that Old Man Tucker was flashing his lights on and off at us so I told Mom that I thought that he wanted us to stop. Mom pulled over and slowed to a stop as did Old Man Tucker.
“Lucy you and Johnny stay here and keep a look out!”
Mom opened her door and jumped out and ran back to the other vehicle. I thought Mom was just keeping us out of things but Lucy took the job seriously, she undid her belt and pressed the little button that made the sun roof retract. She stood up and was looking around so I joined her; I laid my rifle on the roof I poked my head and arms through and started to examine the tree line on our side of the highway.
By the time Mom reached the other SUV, Old Man Tucker had already gotten
Old Man Tucker opened the door but didn’t get in.
“Shoot at the ones on the outside, don’t hit our people!” he yelled.
There was screaming coming from the other SUV.
“It’s not enough, it’s just not enough!” Old Man Tucker said.
He then yelled at Mom,
“Throw it in reverse, see if you can knock some of them down!”
He shoved a stripper clip full of bullets into the Moisan and chambered one. He started walking towards the crowd raising the rifle to look through the scope and he fired. Mom yelled
“Get down kids!”
She looked over her right shoulder and we started backing up towards the crazies. I grabbed Lucy and pulled her down to the bench seat.
“Hold on tight Lucy” I whispered to her. She said the same thing to Ronald Bear.
The impact was not as bad as the one when we hit the car just a few moments before but it was a whole lot more icky. I could hear the loud snap of bones breaking and snarls and screams of pain and outrage of the crazies that were sent flying and crushed both beneath and between the two Toyotas. Suddenly there was a banging on the hood of our car. It was Old Man Tucker he yelled to Mom to drive and wait on the East entrance ramp. He tossed the rifle in through the passenger window and pulled both of those old Colt revolvers. He walked towards the mass of crazies. The explosions were deafening and Lucy held her hands over her ears Mom was crying but she put the car in drive and pulled away towards the overpass. I sat on my knees and looked out the back; Old Man Tucker was walking towards where Mrs. Driscol would be in the driver’s seat. He fired one revolver then the other, over and again. He reached in and undid the car lock, one of the crazies grabbed him and he spun smashing it in the head with one of the revolvers. Then he backed into the driver’s seat pushing Mrs. Driscol inside. I could still hear Billy firing but he was the only one. The other SUV jumped forward when Old Man Tucker put it in gear and they started towards us.
“He’s got them Mom!” I yelled, “Go!”
Mom went down the ramp and accelerated as fast as the SUV was able and seconds later a blood splattered version followed us.
After five minutes or so I noticed that Old Man Tucker was flashing his lights on and off at us so I told Mom that I thought that he wanted us to stop. Mom pulled over and slowed to a stop as did Old Man Tucker.
“Lucy you and Johnny stay here and keep a look out!”
Mom opened her door and jumped out and ran back to the other vehicle. I thought Mom was just keeping us out of things but Lucy took the job seriously, she undid her belt and pressed the little button that made the sun roof retract. She stood up and was looking around so I joined her; I laid my rifle on the roof I poked my head and arms through and started to examine the tree line on our side of the highway.
By the time Mom reached the other SUV, Old Man Tucker had already gotten
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