“Car's still up against my door. Karen's side is pushed up against a car, too. She's out cold.”
The other agents were groggy but coming around, and everyone tried their doors. The ones on the passenger side were jammed against the parked cars they'd been pushed into, and the only one undamaged in the crash was the rearmost driver's side door.
“All right,” the driver said. “Let's get everyone unbuckled and out through that door. Jameson, call Agent Jones, tell him what's going on. Paul, you call 911. Mrs. McDonald is hurt, and we need to have the doctor and his daughter checked out as well.”
Kell looked over his shoulder and tried to think of a way he could climb through the narrow space; the math didn't work out. “Look, agent...” he paused, looking at the driver.
“Wilson,” the man replied.
“ Agent Wilson, I'm not making it over that seat with one arm working, not as big as I am. I'm gonna try to get through my window.” He glanced at the man in the seat behind him. “Agent Paul? Will you please hand my daughter to me when I'm through?”
Paul nodded.
Kell wiggled until he was sideways in his seat, back to the empty window frame. Karen was directly in front of him, and he saw her begin to move a little. That was a good sign, Kell was sure.
With a deep breath he hunched down, crumpling his body into as tight a ball as possible before leaning his head back to fit it through the window. His good arm went through next, latching onto the luggage rack as he released the tension in his core and pushed upward. From there it was all legs as he wormed through the window and straightened, standing on the hood of the car that hit them.
He looked down to see how much progress Agent Paul had made in extricating the baby carrier only to find the man standing halfway out of the vehicle, starting down the street.
“ Agent Paul?” Kell said. “My daughter?”
Paul responded by yanking his weapon out of his holster and screaming, “Out of the way!”
Panicked, Kell jumped forward and hauled himself onto the roof. As he landed he looked in the same direction, and what he saw took his breath away.
The street was swarming with the reanimated bodies of the infected. At least a dozen of them were rushing toward the car.
The surreal moment struck him hard; it looked like every zombie movie he'd ever seen suddenly made real.
“ Aim for--” Kell tried to shout, but was drowned out by gunfire.
The agents had all been warned what to do, but years of training sometimes fail in the heat of the moment. Paul was a good shot; his first four found the chests of three different zombies. But it was only on the fifth shot he remembered to aim for the head, and by that time it was too late. The whole crowd of dead people reached the SUV at almost the same time, and Agent Paul only managed to take down two before he was overwhelmed. One of them leaned against the other car and reached up toward Kell's foot. He responded by dropping to one knee and kicking the thing in the face as hard as he could.
The attackers rushed in on the driver's side of the car, three reaching for Agent Wilson through his window, the rest tearing apart and through Agent Paul. Gunfire erupted from beneath him as the remaining agents responded to the attack, but Kell saw a spray of blood fly from the driver's seat, heard the other agent in the back seat shriek as one of the undead managed to get inside.
“ Karen! Oh, Christ! Jennifer!” Kell screamed as he threw himself off the passenger side and onto the top of the cars parked next to them. Through the heavily tinted glass he saw the undead tearing Wilson apart. Next to him, the last remaining agent was pulling himself out of the vehicle through his window. Kell screamed at the man as he tore at the window Karen leaned against.
“ Help me, damn it! We have to get them out!”
He managed to break the window, a section just large enough to fit his fist through. Kell felt the edges of the
The other agents were groggy but coming around, and everyone tried their doors. The ones on the passenger side were jammed against the parked cars they'd been pushed into, and the only one undamaged in the crash was the rearmost driver's side door.
“All right,” the driver said. “Let's get everyone unbuckled and out through that door. Jameson, call Agent Jones, tell him what's going on. Paul, you call 911. Mrs. McDonald is hurt, and we need to have the doctor and his daughter checked out as well.”
Kell looked over his shoulder and tried to think of a way he could climb through the narrow space; the math didn't work out. “Look, agent...” he paused, looking at the driver.
“Wilson,” the man replied.
“ Agent Wilson, I'm not making it over that seat with one arm working, not as big as I am. I'm gonna try to get through my window.” He glanced at the man in the seat behind him. “Agent Paul? Will you please hand my daughter to me when I'm through?”
Paul nodded.
Kell wiggled until he was sideways in his seat, back to the empty window frame. Karen was directly in front of him, and he saw her begin to move a little. That was a good sign, Kell was sure.
With a deep breath he hunched down, crumpling his body into as tight a ball as possible before leaning his head back to fit it through the window. His good arm went through next, latching onto the luggage rack as he released the tension in his core and pushed upward. From there it was all legs as he wormed through the window and straightened, standing on the hood of the car that hit them.
He looked down to see how much progress Agent Paul had made in extricating the baby carrier only to find the man standing halfway out of the vehicle, starting down the street.
“ Agent Paul?” Kell said. “My daughter?”
Paul responded by yanking his weapon out of his holster and screaming, “Out of the way!”
Panicked, Kell jumped forward and hauled himself onto the roof. As he landed he looked in the same direction, and what he saw took his breath away.
The street was swarming with the reanimated bodies of the infected. At least a dozen of them were rushing toward the car.
The surreal moment struck him hard; it looked like every zombie movie he'd ever seen suddenly made real.
“ Aim for--” Kell tried to shout, but was drowned out by gunfire.
The agents had all been warned what to do, but years of training sometimes fail in the heat of the moment. Paul was a good shot; his first four found the chests of three different zombies. But it was only on the fifth shot he remembered to aim for the head, and by that time it was too late. The whole crowd of dead people reached the SUV at almost the same time, and Agent Paul only managed to take down two before he was overwhelmed. One of them leaned against the other car and reached up toward Kell's foot. He responded by dropping to one knee and kicking the thing in the face as hard as he could.
The attackers rushed in on the driver's side of the car, three reaching for Agent Wilson through his window, the rest tearing apart and through Agent Paul. Gunfire erupted from beneath him as the remaining agents responded to the attack, but Kell saw a spray of blood fly from the driver's seat, heard the other agent in the back seat shriek as one of the undead managed to get inside.
“ Karen! Oh, Christ! Jennifer!” Kell screamed as he threw himself off the passenger side and onto the top of the cars parked next to them. Through the heavily tinted glass he saw the undead tearing Wilson apart. Next to him, the last remaining agent was pulling himself out of the vehicle through his window. Kell screamed at the man as he tore at the window Karen leaned against.
“ Help me, damn it! We have to get them out!”
He managed to break the window, a section just large enough to fit his fist through. Kell felt the edges of the
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